Volume 4 - No. 79 - March 7, 1941
Called up with the "twenties" in November 1939 and sent to the Western Front in the following spring, Sapper John Garbett had a remarkable series of adventures before reaching England in December 1940
Now England's moat is manned;
On every tower
The yeomen of an island country stand
And wait the hour.
Now wonder dies away and through the land
Fair mistress pleasure sleeps withing her bower.
Full index of this magazine
- Jottings from the Editor's Wartime Diary
- Into Benghazi Marched the Army of the Nile
- In Jubaland They 'Hit Them - and Hit Them Hard'
- Smiters of the Regia Aeronautica
- The Way the Ground Staff Beat the Winter
- War & Threat of War in the Far East
- Mighty Men of Valour Are the Greeks
- A Turn for the Better in the Shipping War
- They Were Marooned in the South Seas
- Our Searchlight on the War
- But for Their Masks They Would Have Wept!
- Honoured for Gallant Conduct
- I Was There! - I Was Six Months Escaping from France
- I Was There! - We Bombed Brest with Our Engines Frozen
- I Was There! - I Spent a Wintry Night in a Destroyer
- In Poland the Nazi Brute Still Rages
- Our Diary of the War
- The Flower
- Items of War Interest from Far and Near