To Ostend. Board D. of York. Amuse soldiers by amount of kit we carry. Most of it loot. What a job getting it aboard. Lovely fast crossing. At Tilbury then to Fairlop. getting cleared remustered etc. ready for leave. Dance at Ilford Hospital. Plenty to eat and drink. Good do.
We’ve finally made it.
That was the last entry into Grandad’s Diary, and like all good adventures it finished with a party.
It must have been awkward for Grandad, have written so condemningly of the practice of taking loot to then find it so physically difficult to get onto their boat home, The Duke of York.
But it’s over at last: Grandad’s entries into this little book finish on 14th May with the above words.
I have a few more thoughts and reflections, but they can wait.
