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Reminiscences of Peter Goodman |  |
| In, Out And In Again | ||
| I arrived at a desolate platform in the middle of a barren country scene; this was my place for the next one and a half years. | ||
| To be fair I was allowed to escape after a period of time to return to the real world. But what did I do, I caught the next train back to the Regiment. | ||
| Good times and bad times are remembered. | ||
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