London and Aberdeen, March 1945. At the last writing Sid and I were in London and getting ready to go to Scotland.
I must tell you our brush with the law the night before we left for Aberdeen. Sid and I were out on the town having a drink at this or that pub some where in London's east end and wandered out on the street, which except for some very dim shaded lights at a street corner was dark. Well the tale went like this. We had drank many a pint of mild and bitters, and probably a few whiskies too. Naturally our bladders were almost ready to burst as we walked along this deserted street. Turning up a small rise we decided to relieve ourselves at the top of the street at a lane entrance.
I can see it to this day, two streams coursing down the street and as these streams met the side walk and turned the corner and were illuminated by the dim light. The next thing was a monster foot stepping over these rivers, and above this large foot was an equally large London Bobby [policeman] who approached us with flashlight shining in our innocent faces .
Now chaps he said that is not a nice thing to do and do not tell me you are not responsible for the two streams? What if your mother or sister had come around the corner and stepped in the river? We really did not have an answer to that. He shone his light in our faces and said you boys did not get those tanned faces from a winter in England or Holland but you fellows have really been abroad. So enjoy your leave but use a urinal another time. Good night chaps, Cheerio. This I must admit was the first time that Sid did not have a reply. We went back to Sid's cousins place and left the next day for Aberdeen Scotland.