War Diaries (December 13) (nonfiction)
War Diary entries for December 13.
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George Beck: December 13, 1943
A few thoughts: In two hours time I can say another day of my captivity is past, looking back it doesn't seem long since I was in England, how time flies, three years and seven months a prisoner. It just seems as if I'm fated to be away from home, fortunately I've got a wife and friends back there or it would be an aimless existence. Day after day it is the same routine, even work breaks the monotony or I think I should go silly. In my imagination I’ve planned an awful lot for when I return, but it's executing the plans that matters, no doubt very few will be carried out. I can't see myself settling down and that is what worries me, it's grand to know I’ve got a good little wife and I wouldn't like to disappoint her, bless her putting myself in her place, I know that the future and everything she's strived for will be well repaid, just to see happiness written on my face when I walk through that door.
—George Beck,1st Battalion The Duke of Wellington's Regiment, prisoner of war (diary)