Thursday May 30th. Stopped in bed until 10.am. Got up. Washed under the tap (without soap) – sat in the sun in my bare pelt for half an hour, a practice of ours which used to amuse our guards; who have since become used to any eccentricities of ours. They frequently have on their greatcoats on sunny mornings. Played bridge all the afternoon until dinner for 1d per hundred. Lost 2d: Horrors!
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Lt Burnard, Royal Flying Corps WW1 diary
OTD 1918. Airman on Western Front with 35 Squadron, then prisoner of war. Ex-army #Somme #Passchendaele.