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Immediate dispatch from Somerset. Nice older book in good condition. Pages in good condition. No notes or highlighting. Some light tanning and marking due to age. Best copy of this book I have seen. See images. Fantastic book.

About the book >.>.> We played football on Christmas morning. Keats I reminded my brother officers used to pepper his tongue to heighten the flavour of Claret Football would fulfil that function. We arrived in the mess at noon in an appropriate temper of anticipation. The cans were brought from the ice-box. The glasses were set out. The steward produced the opener. He drove its sharp point into the top. I passed the tip of my tongue round my mouth. He made the second puncture and reversed the can over a glass. But to our dismay the pale frothing amber liquid that we had expected did not appear. Instead we saw a dribble of a thick slimy sub- stance. There was a grim gloomy silence. Slowly we realized what had happened. In a period of universal shortage a consign- ment of empty beer tins had been filled with marmalade. ‘And our wives in England’ the Colonel said ‘would be delighted to find marmalade where they expected beer. I only drink beer when I am thirsty. But ‘beer night’ in Baghdad was the high point of my week. Fine beer it was too specially (SP)