This morning I walked around the camp and had my photograph taken in
uniform by a French civilian. When I
returned to the barrack room I found that the others had collected their kit
bags from the hut where they had been deposited on our arrival at camp. I was under the erroneous impression that
these kit bags were to remain in the hut until we were ready to leave the
camp. Several others with me had held
this opinion and like me had not been informed otherwise by our I/C the hut as
he had been instructed to tell us by the camp officer. Consequently we did not collect our kit at
the correct time. |
| Not one of Dad's photos Source: http://history.farmersboys.com/Postings/Malta/malta2.htm |
We all had to go before one of the camp officers who in typical
military fashion could not listen to reason and gave us all “Fatigues” as a punishment. I had to go to the N.A.A.F.I. kitchen to peel
potatoes for an hour and a half, and the worst part of it, in the company of
French and German workmen.
After this little incident everything ran smoothly again. In the evening a batch of two thousand troops
arrived at the camp from Port Said Palestine
We were informed that we should be sailing tomorrow and would be
called early in the morning, so some of us decided an early night was in
order. Others however thought otherwise
thinking a celebration was called for as this type usually do at the slightest
possible provocation. We were therefore
disturbed by these and could not settle down until after midnight .
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