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…were a trifle sick of barbed wire. We approached our driver & told him we would not stay but he was a bit dubious about driving us back as he was under orders to drop us at the camp. However we told him that if he slowed down on the way back, he would not find us with him when he reported back. To this he agreed and we dropped off the lorry sometime later. As it was getting late we decided to bed down in the nearest village. We knocked up the burgsmaster[?] who was awkward at first but soon came to heel. The eight of us were billeted in four houses & we ate altogether in one of them. We had been given plenty of rations by the Americans & also plenty of cigarettes which were useful for barter.