Memoirs from the servicemen of World War 2. Contains Foreword by Norman Wisdom.
Between the security of childhood and the insecurity of second childhood, we find a fascinating group of creatures called sailors. They come in assorted sizes, weights and states of sobriety. They are found in bars, on leave, in love, always in debt and sometimes on ships. Girls love them, taverns tolerate them and the tax-payers support them.
A sailor is laziness with a pack of cards, bravery with a gun, a protector of the seas with tattooed arms and a copy of Playboy. He has the energy of a turtle, the slyness of a fox, the brain of an idiot, the tales of a sea-captain, the inspiration of Casanova and a consistent desire for shore leave. When he does work, he really wants something connected with a request form.
Some of his likes are women, girls, females, parties (2 legged ones) and the opposite sex. His dislikes are answering letters, his uniform, superior officers, haircuts and getting out of bed. No-one else could get into a pocket: A little black book. a pack of cards, a packet of fags, a Zippo lighter, a can opener, a pencil, a piece of string, a picture of his girlfriend, an old station card and what’s left of last week’s pay.