The major was a little man with upturned mustaches. He had been in the war in Libya and wore two wound-stripes. He said that if
the thing went well he would see that I was decorated. I said I hoped it would go well but that he was too kind. I asked him if there was a big dugout where the drivers could stay and he sent a soldier to show me. I went with him and found the dugout, which was very good. The drivers were pleased with it and I left them there.
