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The Raiders Retreat
7.8.17
Dear Old Dad,
Soft time be damned! Just got your
Letter of 30th, do you know what we are
doing? Night raiding my boy, night raiding.
First you find your objective then you bomb
it Singing to the tune of “A perfect Day” the while:-
“As we draw near the end of a perfect raid”
“I sit in my quirk all alone.”
I will leave the verse unfinished as don’t know
Who may get hold of this letter!! We had a
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Quirk Manor 17.7.17
Dear Old Dad,
The cake and ultimatum have arrived,
hence this. The cake was good, please thank
the manufacturer, and tell her I will write off
a dish of letter soon. I got caught good, and
proper, a few days ago it will make you laugh!
I received an invitation to tea from the nurses at
the local C.C.S. so ofcourse {sic} accepted prompt
like, and duly turned up. After tea there was
a general thrill went round on hearing of H.M. visiting
Corps Cleaning Dressing Station opposite, so in
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Quirk cottage
BEF
11.4.17
Dear old Dad.
Still smiling and well. Have you been getting
any P.Cs.? Am writing to tell you the latest yarn to
be passed round in your mess. It is quite a nice one.
“ ‘Phone message to brigade. Lorry blocked by a tank
on Cambrai road. Result satisfactory, a Ford.”
How’s that? G.O.C Flying Corps landed here a few
days ago, and congratulated us on our excellent work.
And expressed a wish that we would let you at home
know what we are doing. (By the way this mustn’t
be published now, because it would mean a count
martial for me!) So I am going to let you into
some of the work we do. You can tell people about it
as much as you like. In the first place there is no
reason to be alarmed at our casualties we are not
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