Got my dad talking about
his limited involvement in World War II (enlisting in the Royal Navy in 1942,
aged 17, becoming a telegrapher transmitting and receiving messages in Morse
code) in which the nearest he came to a making a telling contribution
(unfortunately negative) was in Athens when he swatted a giant moth with the
naval code sheet, which he then used to wrap up and bin the messy remains; this
breach of security could have been disastrous for the Mediterranean Fleet had
it not been the last day of the month and due to change anyway – so he got away
with cancellation of leave rather than a court martial.
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