HARRY ALWAYS WAS A CRAP HAT When I wrote 'Harry was a Crap Hat' I had no idea that so many people would find it both interesting as well as funny, I originally wrote the book purely and simply because my wife told me to do it (don't tell me I'm the only man in the world who does as he is told), writing my autobiography at work also helped fill in the boring gaps of being a Civil Servant . 'Harry always was a Crap Hat' is a sequel telling all the stories that I omitted from my original memoirs, more stories of my childhood, of my time as a soldier in the Royal Corps of Transport, which...

Frank's War in a Thornycroft - (An Army Service Corps Diary). Frank Sanderson was born and raised in the City of Hull before he enlisted into the Army Service Corps in 1915. He did this out of an Edwardian workaday sense of duty and honour, and even though it was against military law, he kept a daily diary about his war experiences. Frank wrote in his journals every day from the 29th April 1915 until the 12th January 1917, the book takes us from enlistment, through his limited two week military training and right up to his last day at Albert in France. Frank's last entry in the left hand...

Harry was a Crap Hat - (Second Edition) At the age of sixteen I joined the British Army with every intention of winning a Victoria Cross for saving my unit from certain death. I really fancied making a career out of being a 'National Hero.' What I didn't realise at the time was that to become a hero of any kind requires, intelligence, charisma, physical strength, character, determination, courage, a focused mind, and - above all, humility. Well, one out of eight isn't bad I suppose, in fact, I'd have probably been in the top three when it came to humility. In regards to attaining all of the...

This Second Part of 'Tell it like it wasn't is based along similar lines as the first; it is a work of fiction with a lot of known historical facts added into the mix. Anyone who has tried to recall the details of a conversation will understand what we are trying to do here, because no-one, but absolutely no-one, in the history of mankind, can accurately recall any of the precise details of a conversation that happened more than two minutes previously. Throw the excitement and fear of battle into the equation and each protagonist probably wouldn't even remember their own name, let alone any...