Sigmn. Moore J.,
1st (Brit) Airborne Corps Sigs.,
Old Club House
30 July ’45
Just a few lines as promised to let you know I got back OK.
There wasn’t a very big crowd waiting for the train at Leicester and I thought there would be plenty of room. When the train pulled in however, it was absolutely packed. There were people lying in the corridors and some were even trying to sleep in the luggage racks! I just managed to get on the train and after a bit slithered on to the floor and dozed off a bit but I couldn’t stretch my legs out because there were so many bodies sprawled all over the place. By the time we got to Bedford so many more had got in that there wasn’t even room to sit on the floor!
We got into London at exactly 6 o’clock and I sprinted to the tube in the hope of getting to Waterloo by 6.24. But I didn’t quite manage it. I actually arrived at Waterloo at half past six, but fortunately there was a train to Virginia Water at 6.52 and this was already in. So I got on it and the next thing I knew was being woken up in Virginia Water! Apparently I was fast asleep but one of the boys who knew me by sight happened to get in the same carriage and he woke me, otherwise I would have gone right on to Reading.
I just got back to the camp at eight o’clock, nipped up to the cookhouse for a mug of tea, changed, put my boots and gaiters on, grabbed my rifle and got on the square for 8.30 just as the boys were forming up for parade. My luck was in again because our rifles weren’t inspected. We had about half an hour’s drill and that was about all that happened during the morning. The worst was this afternoon when we went for a five mile route march. Normally I wouldn’t have minded it but I felt pretty tired even before we started and an afternoon in bed would have done me more good. Still it’s all over now and I shall have a good night’s sleep tonight and I’ve got an easy job tomorrow. All I have to do is clean the wash-place out in the morning and that’s my day’s work finished.
In spite of the fact that it was a tiring journey back it was worth it. It was quite a nice break and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Quite a few chaps are hoping to get passes next week-end and after that I shall be on the waiting list again – I hope.
Ron had a bit of trouble getting back but he got here before me this morning. Jack (the Derby boy) was on the same train as me but he was in the luggage van right at the front of the train so he was first off at St. Pancras and got to Waterloo just in time to catch an earlier train.
I don’t think theres anything else to write about and I want to drop Kath a few lines before I go to bed, so I’ll close.
Lots of love,
P.S. Note slight change in wording of address.