The Counterfiet Mistress
THE COUNTERFIET MISTRESS. It was now the third year of the war, and on my eighteenth birthday that I had decided to enlist in the services, army or navy, it didn't really matter to me. So, full of enthusiasm for the challenge that service life and the opportunity to serve 'King and Country' would offer I set out wearing my 'Sunday best', catching the bus to the nearest recruiting office and joined the many other young men keen to 'get at em' , some with their call-up papers...