Monday 26 September 2011 by Carlie Walker. No comments.
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Bryant’s diary:  Friday 26th September 1941

Orders for the change-over have been given and I’m placed on the rearguard.  Some bombs were dropped from a high angle and they could be heard coming a mile off.  A bit of an artillery duel developed in the afternoon, but soon fizzled out.  At the last moment I’m to go on a patrol tonight.  We left mid-night, but saw and heard absolutely nothing.  The Italian is never too keen to start trouble.

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