It was a good year. Great champagne, blondes hanging off barrage balloons waiting for yours truly to come to the rescue, lots of boys in uniform looking to make the best of things. As wartime goes, I've seen a lot worse. multiple times
Bit south the main camp. The kinda ramschackle tent I'm working on getting a little more homey now that our benevolent gods gave me a bed that filled up the place.