Thursday, September 2, 1943. CAIRO.
We expected to leave for Tunis today, but no soap again!
Tonight, I went out to A.T.S. and persuaded Laurie to forget the New Zealanders’ dance, that she had promised to attend. I tried calling her today, but I couldn’t get her. Two of her friends (Sargents on furlough), she and I piled into a Jeep and went riding. We ended up at the Beba Cabaret. I had a good cheese sandwich, chips (French fries) and a hot chocolate. A good time was had by all.
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