The diaries of Ronald Baldwin, British Constable in the Palestine Police Force from 1946 to the termination of the British Mandate in 1948.
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
12th and 13th February, 1948 - Ron hits a losing streak at Table Tennis and has to polish up his gun...
After yesterday’s lesson I did not lie back
in bed after my alarm clock had wakened me at . In company with the other members of my room
we repaired to the dining room and the guards “ate a hearty breakfast.”
This morning I played six games of table
tennis and am still unable to account for my losing each and every one of them.
In the afternoon I indulged in a favourite
occupation of mine, letter writing. I
wrote one letter a ten paged one to my mother, father & sister. I hope my correspondents enjoy reading my
letters as much as I enjoy writing them.
Todays letter what (sic - was) built around the themes of how I
exercise my brain and how I remain sane on a six hour static guard point.
“Friday the 13th,” the chaps
shout, “I’m keeping my head down today.”
It was on a Friday 13th that I
signed my last document, my attestation, on arriving in Jenin.
The day was one of the quietest since we
have been here. It was spoiled by a
rifle inspection held in the afternoon.
After all the recent rain I had several very bad rust spots
on my rifle
and in preparation for the inspection I had to spend a great part of the
morning & afternoon removing these.
About 60 of us were on the Parade.
I was in the rear rank. The
officer inspecting thoroughly examined the rifles of those in the front rank
then the rain began to pour down so that he only glanced at the rifles in the