Читать книгу Sand In My Shoes: Coming of Age in the Second World War: A WAAF’s Diary - Joan Rice - Страница 55

Sitting in the adjutant's office and looking out of the window to where the sun was shining and aeroplanes landing on the green new grass I thought suddenly, my life is contented now: I have an interesting new job (I'm working for the new Station Intelligence Officer who's from Yorkshire and stocky and going bald, with a lot of humour and at the moment a bad cold. He treats you as if you had as much intelligence as himself); I have a reasonably nice young man, Eric, and enough variety to keep away boredom from my leisure hours. Never in my life have my days been so round and snug and this is a war, a clash of civilisation. It is odd.