no . It’s no use asking me  Coast Defence Force  o do. Even at t time nobody pretended to kno didn’t exist. It  a sc ed to exist all along t ed for about t of bubble, and tten, and I’d been forgotten . My eleven tins of bully beef  beerious mission. t bee Lidgebird.  Lidgebird o be doing t I remained guarding tins of bully beef from o t, but it’s trut time even t didn’t seem particularly strange. By 1918 one  out of t of expecting to happen in a reasonable manner.

    Once a mont me an enormous official form calling upon me to state tion of pick-axes, entrencools, coils of barbed s, erproof groundss, first-aid outfits, ss of corrugated iron, and tins of plum and apple jam under my care. I just entered ‘nil’ against everyt tly filing t more forms, and filing t erious ten my existence. I didn’t jog ter t didn’t lead any so burning riotism t I ed to get out of it.

    It  of t tle s of sand. Nine mont rained, and tlantic. t Private Lidgebird, myself, tisins of bully beef. Lidgebird  muc of  t t  gardener before  eresting to see ing to type. Even before I got to tarted planting spuds, in tumn cill  about ivation, at tarted keeping  to quite a number by to t crossed o  t Coast Defence Force ually existed. It  surprise me to  ill, raising pigs and potatoes on t o be. I o him.

    Meanime job—reading.

    t a feions and nearly all of tripe t people ories and so fort at some time or ot books are  are not. I myself, at time, didn’t knoarily read ective stories and once in