On the third of September 1944 I arrived in Naples in Italy, as a passenger on a United States Air Force Dakota. Yet another transit camp, but for the first time in a country that had been conquered. For the people this was a degradation coupled with poverty.…

Here are a few words about my time in Foggia as an Instrument Basher with 178 Squadron. Before I could settle in I with other ground crew flew to Malta where one of our Libs had to false land, we flew back next day having sorted the problem out, on the way…