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APPENDIX "P"
CHRISTMAS IN THE FIELD.
1944.
SERGEANTS' MESS, 21 SQUADRON, S.A.A.F.
Xmas Eve. We drank; most animal of human pursuits almost, in an atmosphere that the armchair critic (who neither knows nor needs the comfort of such a way of escape from reality) might consider as animal as the appetite we satisfied.
Xmas Day. The raid successfully achieved and completed we dined en masse with a choice of cooked foods, the most tasty of delights in the seasons cakes, meats and poultry, exquisitely spiced and garnished. The high culinary art of our cook had transformed the physical act of eating into a cultured pleasure. This was how one should eat in company. Before me was the long quiet of white table cloth with knives and forks waiting about its border in orderly manner, very clean, very still. The blue and white walls were toned to the season by excellent designs carried out via the medium of greenery and cotton wool. A delectable selection of flowers, extremely artistically arranged, blazed out in their loudest glory and delicately laced the air with their scents. Our champagne held the scent of good wine, amazing. When I had eaten to contentment I poured a glass one-third full of a liquer, delightful, it intoxicated my senses with its tantalizing taste which did not quite harmonise. We became far from that unreal world of war. Here humanity became a warm thing of flesh and Peace and Goodwill as Christ had ordered.