THE BATTERY ILLITERATE WRITES HOME.

Arawa Guerilla, Issue 18, 1 September 1943, Page 6

THE BATTERY ILLITERATE WRITES HOME.

Spotlight on A.E.W.S. Deer mom, — the army wans ter giv us ejukashun every week we hav ter diskus kurrant affairs lets see now and i’ll tell yer sum of the things we tork about yes there was the one about the stork gettin a bit lazy in nu zeelan the bloke from the R.A.P. sed ter build babies like bunnies but clive reckern wimen arnt ruled by queen victoria eny mor, let them work like men and let them go out with yanks he ses an hev a jolly good time, larst weak we torked about the british common wealth but me and daniel find it a lot of dutch.

i had ter go and see left tenant robertson hes making up an ejukashun roll wats yer trade ses he i didun wont say bookmakin so i toll him the nearest i said bookkeeping he ses do i want ter learn it at school and i tell him we hav a school every evening in the sarges cubical and of-ten in the hut when we are orf duty i thort he be pleased to know that we gettin ejukashun but he said he knew where to go when he wanted blokes ter clean them 380 shells now wot did he mean.

they hef started a locul news paper larst weak i trid ter think of sumthin to put in tell us wot yer think when yer on sentree, offiser sed, so i wrote it all out but its not in the news i told him wot i really thort becors the offiser sed the historians in Wellington wanted it i suppose they sent it there but will posteriority understan these kerses.

I arsk the waacs wot they use ter think on lookout they sed they dont think they listern to mr robertson snore and mr randal torkin in his sleep then they ketch maori bugs or maybe they rest there hed in there hands a bit ter stop them noddin.

me mate is writtin sumthin too the offiser sed wot you do every day is dull ter you but the historian will lap it up i will copy wot hes written becos it gives yer a gud idea first the whistle blows but yer dont git up wait till the offiser cums round and ses feet on the floor then we hev a scrap for the mirrors an shave mess follers then fateeg parade stan still and look ter yer front then the blood and sweat man (b.s.m.) tell yer wot ter do all ugh hes seen me copyin wont let me write any more maybe i write yer again next week mom. your little sinbad. —(From The Dinkum Oil”).

One rarely achieves success Through alcoholic uccess.