My dad was born in 1919 and was called up in 1939. He had spent all his life in Leicester until then and now found himself in S Africa, North Africa, Italy and, later, Normandy. He was with REME. He kept a diary. I saw it years ago when my mum died and we were clearing out her house. My big sis snaffled it and it vanished from view. Until yesterday.
She has had my great niece typing it out and it is coming in instalments. Amazing stuff. A window into my 20 year old dad's mind as he finds himself (in this instalment) in Cairo. He writes well too, which is a huge surprise. I see him in quite a different light now to the old buffer I remember(he was in his 40s before I really registered him and by then he had had two brain hemorrhages and was not what he had been).
Anyone fancy a few excerpts?