As for Mitchem, I’d rip him to shreds if I had the chance, all I want is to meet him on the street and I’d show him who’s boss, I’d rip him apart. Always telling me what to do, bossing me about. If he carries on, stripes or no stripes I’ll break his neck for him. He’s got it in for me, always has. I’ll show him what he’s up against, I’ll have him thrown in the slammer if he even touches me.
He thinks he’s so big, I’ll show him what Private Bamforth 877 is made of.
18th January 1942
We’re still stuck in this stupid bloody hut, they’re all doing their nut cos Whitaker’s picked up some tojo’s on the set. He cant pick up base from 15 miles but he can pick up the army of the rising son from god knows how far, that’s got to a new record for the book of stupidity. Great, cheese again, it’s a waste of bloody food. If I get cheese one more time, I’ll shoot that ration corporal. Now I’ve seen it all, Whitaker’s sweating a kit inspection on Saturday, stroll on! He’ll still be darning his socks when the japs come bursting in through the door, not me, I’ll be on my way to a tropical paradise by then.
Macleish and his stripes again, one of these days I’m going to stick those stripes down his throat, if he thinks I’m going to take orders from him just cos he’s got a bit of fabric on his arm he’s got another thing coming. If I don’t take orders from people with three stripes, what chance has someone with one stripe got.
Mitchem’s at it again, him and his bloody lectures, he thinks he making a point but he’s just making a prat of himself – as per usual.
19th January 1942
Today we found ourselves a tojo ! Spotted him having a quick fag at the top of the path, could’ve finished him then , had him in my sights, but as usual Mitchem stepped in and stopped me having some fun. Then smudge wouldn’t finish him off with the bayonet, bloody chicken. Should’ve finished him, then when I offered to carve the little piggy up, again Mitchem stopped me. He spoils all my fun. But at least I get to look after the jap. I’ve been teaching him tricks, he’s learning well, he knows his flingers and his blonce. He can put his flingers on his blonce, and he knows flingers to the loof. Wont be long and he’ll be making me tea and biscuits. He showed me some photo’s, turns out he’s got some nippers, like smudge and a misses.
I can’t leave them alone for five minutes. I pop outside for five and they all start having a go at poor old tojo, they reckon he looted some fags from our guys up country, bah ! I gave him those fags, how dare they accuse him of something he didn’t do. Macleish thought he’d act the hero, when he’s just a pathetic wretch, picking on a defenceless nip, he should be the one sat in the corner with a gun pointed at him, not the other way round.
Johnstone’s decided he doesn’t like tojo’s and thought it would be a good idea to rip up his photos. Just because he had some blighty fags doesn’t give him an excuse to rip his photos up. So I decided to put my fist down his throat, see how he likes that the ignorant burk. How he got put in charge of men I’ll never know, he shouldn’t be allowed to look after animals let alone men.
Bloody great, thanks to Fanny Whitaker we’ll soon have most of the jap army on top of us. He’s only gone and shot the poor tojo. With the amount of noise he made he might as well hang up a big sign saying “blighty army this way”, the idiot.
