J0114-2-11
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_ 1o _ MY MEMORIES OF CAMP. By J/Pte KEEGAN and J/Ptc ROBINSON. Memor 1. While marching across the Welsh hills my toes were playing hide and seek in between the blisters. We suddenly realised that one of our section was missing but Wu couldn't figure our who, so We deciged to radio our beloved QC. Then we found that we didn't haVe a radio so we came to the conclusion that it could only be one person: Heath "With the teeth" so Cpl Jones and Cpl Barnes decided to retrace our tracks and found the missiny link, shattered and lying all over the road half unconsciOus. On being asked what was wrong Heath in broad unsanenac] type language expounded forth on the hardships of talking while Memory 2. walking. J/?tc Wormley (Worms) being our only serious casualty at camp, got sunburnt in tlc most unusuil place — his bottom lip 3!: A HYMN TO BLACKDOWN. (To thu tune "There is a Green Hill". There is a bleak hill far away That's got a Barrack Square Where many a lid was sorely tried And thought it most unfair. Oh dearly, dearly, 33 we loved Our Sorg;1nt loves us too And we believe it was for us His rmd face turned to blue. |