Today though chilly at first cleared up and became very warm by
mid-day.
This morning I accompanied as escort, the convoy. The journey of 120 Kilos was a rather hair
raising experience as the driver, apparently unconsciously, drove at such a
speed that the canvas hood, put up to shield us from the wind held on very
insecurely by odd pieces of cord & wire, persisted in breaking loose in odd
places so that between keeping ourselves on, the canvas on and keeping clear
of flying cords, we had a full time job on.
At one stage we gave it up as hopeless & resolved ourselves to the
uncomfortable but safe position on the floor.
The wireless operator’s batteries then broke loose as also did his
description of the driver.
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This morning I was called out on my first personal escort duty. The Superintendent drove the “Chevrolet” with
myself seated comfortably beside him.
After travelling the Jenin road on the back of a 15cwt truck the same
journey in this car seemed a joyride.
Instead of dropping into every pothole we seemed to glide over the top
of them.
The police post we visited in which I found Eric Carter, is reputed
to be the best in the country. Whether
it is unusual to receive visitors at the post or not I do not know but I was
told by Eric that on the approach of the Super the alarm was given & Carter
found himself on top of the tower ready to man the Bren gun.
We had an Arabic lecture this afternoon from an Arab who not only
speaks English but has a system of presentation.
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