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And that was as far as Fred Woodward got with his wartime diary. I have no idea why he stopped banging it out on his little grey portable Smith Corona, but as he's been dead more than a quarter of a century, there is little point in asking.

However, he did do an interview with a local paper in Stevenage about his exploits, which I've put up here. How I wish he'd finished his diary; it would have been absolutely fascinating, and I'd be able to ask him why he wanted to go back to Moosburg after the war.

Fred Woodward was a smashing writer, a smashing man, and I do miss him.