Today, we sail for France. I am on board a boat in mid-channel as I write this. It is a glorious, hot day and the sun scorches down on the large convoy under the cover of barrage balloons. Quite a large swell makes writing a little difficult. This morning we were issued with ammunition. I received one hundred and twenty rounds for my Sten gun. Immediately after dinner we were picked up in a RASC wagon and taken to Portsmouth’s South Parade Pier. Here we were given a mug full of hot tea and at 4:30pm we boarded boat number UU176. I shall always remember it - 4:30pm August 14th 1944.
Each squadron was allowed one ship and we are packed in the cabins, although it is not too bad on deck. Bully beef and biscuits is our diet at present. I welcome this diversion of going to France. We were all getting cheesed-off with messing around in England. This is a bit more exciting. My address now is pure and simple - British Liberation Army (BLA). I sent a field card home today . I wonder what they will say when they realise I’m in France? Although we boarded at 4:30pm, we did not actually leave harbour until after dark at 11.00pm.
 A field card was a controlled form of communication. It was a postcard that contained a series of boxes that the sender could place a tick in where appropriate. For example, a tick in one box might indicate the sender was in good health.