Bamforth's Diary
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Bamforth's Diary 17th January 1942 Today we marched for 15 miles through the jungle, now I'm stuck in a hut with a bunch of idiots. Not my idea of a good time. I'd rather be sat on a block of ice for a day. Good old taffy, he thinks his bint will still be there when he comes home, fat chance of that happening. She'll be miles away with a yank by the time he gets home. If he tries it on with me again I'll break his legs, not just his ankle. He fights like a girl, I could tear him apart in my sleep, the stupid welsh taff. Just great, I'm stuck in the jungle with a pack of apes. Six of the most idiotic people I've ever had the misfortune to meet. They couldn't find the back end of a donkey if they tried. Especially with Mitchem in charge, he's...


