Prologue

My late father, Fred Woodward, wrote these brief - and incomplete - diaries of his experiences in World War II thirty-odd years after the conflict. He died in 1993, and I have a feeling, wanted to share these experiences with other people. He served in the Army, and fell into German hands at Tobruk in 1942.

I thought that putting these entries into a blog was a way of recording his experiences for a wider audience, and anyone interested in military history, and how it affected Sergeant Woodward and his comrades.