“From my engagement diary it seems to have been about the middle of July in 1941, and I should say that it began with a telephone call from McNeil. I reached out for the receiver. I remember that it was a very hot day and I was flooded out with work. There was dust all over my desk because I had the window open, and outside the bricklayers were repairing what the Luftwaffe had done to us. I said irritably: “Six nine two.” “Is that Commander Martin?” “Speaking,” I said shortly. “This is Brigadier... McNeil. I am speaking from one hundred and sixty-four Pall Mall.” “Oh yes, sir?” I replied. The address meant nothing to me, and I wondered sourly why the Army could not say in short time who they were and what they wanted. “Captain Oliver gave me your name. We’ve been talking about an operation this morning. I think perhaps I’d better come along and see you.” “Very good, sir. When would you like to come?” “About three o’clock this afternoon? Is that convenient to you?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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