12 September 1940.

I was awoken by somebody impudently shaking my shoulder. I raised my head and stared at the pilot. He reported that the plane has landed, and Command is waiting for me in the main body of the aerodrome. When I got to the ladder, I was almost knocked over by the heat. Usually the nights in Berlin are chilly, and as such I was dressed appropriately.  However we were no longer in Berlin! Instantly my shirt began to stick to my back with perspiration. I removed my jumper and raincoat, both being completely unnecessary. Wiping sweat from my brow with a handkerchief, I was sullenly dragged to the grey stocky administrative buildings of the aerodrome.  I took the opportunity to look around, surrounding the aerodrome were plants but in the distance was sand.  We were in Egypt!