Part III
Part III
"So to the war, something I was fortune to observe from a desk in the Ministry instead of from the end of Berthier rifle. It was, perhaps, a detached and comfortable war, though you of all people should know that at times it was anything but easy. However I'm sure I did more for France with my pen than I could ever have done with a rifle!"
"Sometimes though, late at night after a good Armagnac from the old country, I find myself wishing I had fought my battles in uniform not a suit..." The voice tailed off leaving just the whirring of the tape and the background hiss of dead air. Finally the voice restarted.
"But enough of an old man's self absorption, I set out to record the story of my war and that I shall do. So September 1939, the battle for Poland. For some in the ministry it existed as a series of telegrams, those in the situation room saw it as a flowing picture on a map, personally however I remember it as the changes on one man's face."
"So to the war, something I was fortune to observe from a desk in the Ministry instead of from the end of Berthier rifle. It was, perhaps, a detached and comfortable war, though you of all people should know that at times it was anything but easy. However I'm sure I did more for France with my pen than I could ever have done with a rifle!"
"Sometimes though, late at night after a good Armagnac from the old country, I find myself wishing I had fought my battles in uniform not a suit..." The voice tailed off leaving just the whirring of the tape and the background hiss of dead air. Finally the voice restarted.
"But enough of an old man's self absorption, I set out to record the story of my war and that I shall do. So September 1939, the battle for Poland. For some in the ministry it existed as a series of telegrams, those in the situation room saw it as a flowing picture on a map, personally however I remember it as the changes on one man's face."