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This one's from Simon Thompson and it's entitled Sergeant Tom. Shortly before he died my mum's partner related to me the following story.

Sergeant Tom was in the RESC during the Second World War.

He was a driver, not a common skill set in rural East Yorkshire before the war,

and upon being drafted into the RASC, he quickly rose up the ranks to Sergeant. Tom's unit was

supporting a tank regiment who were reforming and working up for Normandy in the wilds of the

North Yorkshire Moors, and Tom's job was driving scammal fuel trucks. Just before the 6th of June, the armour moved south and Tom and his drivers with them.

About the 7th or 8th of June, Tom drove his truck off the landing ship and up the beach

and began the long slog to Lunenburg Heath.

We are now somewhere in Belgium and the tanks are parked up for the night.

It is a very cold, wet, dark and miserable

night and a collective sense of humour failure is in progress. An RASC officer finds Tom and tells

him to drive said officer and Tom's load of fuel to a destination known only to the officer.

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