Showing posts with label Arabic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arabic. Show all posts

Monday, 30 December 2013

27th & 28th January, 1948 - On guard again Ron manages to sort out the Army - then gets 'decorated.'

Tuesday, 27th January, 1948
A bitterly cold morning, I spent this morning on guard.  The Royal Artillery men who are doing a twenty four hour check on the road which passes us are fortunate in only working two hours on followed by four hours off.  They thus have a chance to recover the heat lost in the two hours on.
This week’s static is much less boring than was last week’s as there is an almost continuous flow of traffic on the road & pavement.  My friend and I chat to the soldier who is checking pedestrians’ passes as they enter the zone.  Occasionally he meets with an obstical (sic) for with his “muckers” he knows next to nothing of the Arabic language, we are then able to sort out the trouble for him.
One of my friends took quite seriously a comment I made at dinner to the effect that he sponsored a trip to the cinema for my guard friend & I.  He producing the necessary money was surprising and very pleasing for with the greater number of chaps in camp I have for a change reached the stage of being “broke.”




Wednesday, 28th January, 1948
(He mentioned Mules -  I can't resist posting this one again...)
The plans I had made for this morning had all to be cancelled when workmen arrived to distemper the barrack room.  They did the walls and the ceiling and the greater part of the floor with a pleasant yellow wash.  It took us the rest of the morning to remove that portion on the floor and windows.  The doors have been painted green and although bare of any wall adornments the room is now looking at least respectable.
I was working the evening shift today from 2pm to 10pm with a break for dinner.  After this break I went into the actual buildings of the Socony Vacuum for the first time.  I also entered the stables where 21 mules are housed.  I had a long and interesting chat with the Groom who was very pleased to find an Englishman who could speak Arabic.  He has been on night-work for about ten years so probably has not spoken to many Englishmen anyway

Saturday, 2 November 2013

30th September - 2nd October, 1947 - Young Ron gives a clue to his priorities... explosion, interruptions and no tea!

Monday, 29th September, 1947
Haifa H.Q. was blown up today 10 killed I think.

Pay day “Ahhamdillila” [1]

I was in the middle of a word on the typewriter this afternoon when someone walked into the office and said “Ahlain” [2] to me, I replied “Kaif in Hal” [3] and making a mistake swore.  Looking up I saw it was the A.S.P.[4] Did I shoot to my feet.  What he actually said was “Is there anything in?” (new cases)



[1] (Alhamdulillah = Arabic expression meaning “Praise to God”)
[2] Ahlain  =  Hi!
[3] Kaif Halak =  “How are you?”
[4] Assistant Superintendent of Police


Tuesday, 30th September, 1947
In my spare time of late I have been practicing up my chess, and reading a great deal.


Wednesday, 1st Octber, 1947
No entry



Thursday, 2nd October, 1947
The Arab all country strick [strike?] took place today.  The only way it affected us was in that the tea boy took part depriving us of tea today.  Police staff proper of course did not go on strick (sic)