"It was nearly zero hour. Capt Z called me to the Officers Room and told me to stick to him all through the withdrawal. More and more men from other houses were coming down to our position, waiting for Capt Z to led them to safety. We moved off Capt Z and myself leading. Behind us , a silent long file of about 50 glider pilots".
(Arnhem Lift page 82)
"Next, I methodically rid myself off all the impedimenta that my battle smock contained, also my boots and steel helmet. There were Stengun mags, hand grenades, writing material, my fountain
pen and every conceivable thing I had managed to save. Unfortunately I couldn't discrimate in the water, and all my belongings, including my A.B.64 went floating down the
The difference was marvellous. I felt like I had when I'd been bathing a fortnight ago in the Thames, except that it was dark. I looked around for Capt Z but there was no sign of him at all. I shouted and began to swim round, but there was no reply and I supposed he already got to the far bank".
(Arnhem Lift, page 87)
"When I got to bed after the party, I didn't fall asleep immediatly. Perhaps it was the atmosphere of the nearly empty hut. I began to think backwards for the first time. Odd things occured
to me, not particularly important things, and in no special order. The life we had let at Arnhem was nearer to an animal existince than anything we could have concieved, and yet the more savage
the fighting, the more civilised the men seemed to become".
(Arnhem Lift page 94)
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