Zaghlouf Pache statue. Reverse says "I am stationed in Gordon House, behind the monument. Let my mother have this will you? I will be sending a set of these snaps at various times".
Photo Taken at Alexandria in May 1943. I had just come back from the battles up to Enfidaville in Tunisia and was on two days' leave. I was 26 years old.
With George Bertram, taken in Alex whilst on 3-day leave.
Taken at Alex with my pal, Charlie Lee, who was killed in Sicily.
I was on three days' leave before we invaded Siciliy. This boy polished my boots every day of my stay - even though they didn't need it!
Wolfsberg, Duisberg, in the garden behind the police billet. The war was over and army life OK. The arm band and belt are amongst my souvenirs. July 1945.
A brief respite from the savagery of war. Taken at Brugge before we joined the East Lancs and bound for Germany. Tommy Chaffe in the middle. Full story in the book.
I look well here don't I? Taken at Brugge
before we went to the front at Hamburg. The four of us are in the same tent now, Army Life was really nothing like this, which was only a very brief interlude. Tommy Chaffe at my side.
Boulevard Saad Zaghlouf
Letojanni, about 40 miles from Messina and the end of the line in Sicily. We bathed in the sea here. Full story in the book.
At the back of "Wolfsberg House", Duisberg. I never did like those berets! July 1945.
Photo of the Regimental Police, taken at Hamburg, September 1945.
In the regimental police. Note the spit and polish. We had BSA motor bikes and carried revolvers. These two were my pals. Notice my medal ribbons. Taken at Oberhausen.
At Wolfsberg. I met Harold Greenwood here. September 1945.
Wolfsberg. On the steps of an empty swimming pool. October 1945.
I took this off the body off the tall one of these Germans, in Normandy. They were both dead. [in the photo, they are wearing Railway uniforms, Reichsbahn, though they were found in Normandy so are likely to have been drafted into the army. The monument is actually in Wittenburg].
The Germans were holding a sports gala at Duisberg and we attended for security. It was a lovely day. October 1945. Full story in the book.
Battalion HQ near Duisberg. A view of the building where I raised the flag. July 1945.
It was my duty to raise and lower the flag each day. Our police billet was only 50 yards from here. July 1945
Taken at Ismaila. You can see how the sun got to me!
Alfred Decker, from Bremen, a prisoner of war I looked after at Qassasin Camp, Egypt. I wrote and told his parents in Germany that he was alright and they replied. The letter is in the site museum.
Alfred in one of our battle dresses in Egypt. He wrote on the back of the picture "Your German friend, Alfred (for good friendship)". Full story in the book.