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  Belfast   I was sitting there watching Smithy smoke a joint as he lay on his pit. I got

Germany 1945   He is in an armchair and takes off his reading glasses, tics, lays his book in his

Normandy This is where I began; after my father died. It’s a beautiful part of France and the beaches that

  Meat Wagons & Memorials   Because we were involved in covert soldiering in Northern Ireland we were transported from

Cadiz   Auntie Elsie married Uncle Charlie; they had a son Arthur and a daughter Monica. Arthur was about my

  Munich   There were dances almost every night in village halls, church halls, the Palais. Another pal was a

      London   I went into a public-house to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up

      Home   I am Soldier X. I am the backbone, the spine upon which the flabby meat