Dave Dawson on the Russian Front

Author of : DAVE DAWSON AT DUNKIRK DAVE DAWSON WITH THE R. A. F. DAVE DAWSON IN LIBYA DAVE DAWSON ON CONVOY PATROL DAVE DAWSON, FLIGHT LIEUTENANT DAVE DAWSON AT SINGAPORE DAVE DAWSON WITH THE PACIFIC FLEET DAVE DAWSON WITH THE AIR CORPS DAVE DAWSON WITH THE COMMANDOS
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COPYRIGHT, 1943, BY CROWN PUBLISHERS PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Okay, okay! Dave Dawson growled, and rolled over to a more comfortable position in the hotel bed. It's dear old England. A wonderful country, a great place. And you're tickled silly to be here. Okay, I agree with every word you say. God save the King, and there'll always be an England. Now , will you let a guy get some sleep?
But you don't understand what it means to me, Dave. Freddy Farmer spoke through the darkness from the other bed. This is my native land, my home, and I've—
Just what I've said quite often, Freddy said placidly. It takes an Englishman to really appreciate his homeland. Two years or two days, what does it matter? The joy that is his upon arriving back home is always the same. Do you see what I mean, Dave?
Dawson groaned, sat up in bed, and switched on the table lamp. But as he did so he took a quick automatic glance at the room windows to make sure that the blackout curtains were drawn and securely fastened. Then he hunched around in bed and glared at his closest and dearest friend in the world.
The day will come! he snarled. So help me, the day will come!
The English-born air ace blinked, and looked blank.
Eh? he echoed. What say, Dave?
Just that the day will come, so help me! Dawson answered, and leveled a stiff forefinger. The day will come when I'll forget I like you, and will up and bust you right on your snoot. For cat's sake, Freddy! You're worse than a woman, from what I hear of them. Don't you ever shut up?