February 15, 1944: After travelling through the Northern Ireland where we stayed for three months, we set up our camp in Leicester, England.
Here we met the British paratroopers, it’s strange : we do the same job however we are very different, our uniforms course but also the way we work, we train …
We met them in bars but I’m not very comfortable: there is a lot of tension between us. Our balance is more important than theirs. Although we did nothing for that, we feel a certain jealousy on their part, and even more when we pay the tours at the bar!
Something big is preparing here, everyone is mobilized, I heard that there are more than 1,000 allied camps on British soil! I think we will soon fight somewhere in Europe but where and when? Nobody is able to say!