FROM THE WAR JOURNAL OF J. HARKER (transcribed from shorthand) 

APRIL 24, 1941

             Some bloody spy I turned out to be.  Not behind enemy lines three days and I was on my way to a prisoner-of-war camp to sit out the rest of the war.  King and country would be so proud - not to mention my mum.

            Of course, I could just get shot.  The thought did cross my mind.  More than once.  Maybe every ten seconds or so.  I had no idea who had nabbed me.  The hood over my. . .

FROM THE WAR JOURNAL OF J. HARKER (transcribed from shorthand) 

APRIL 24, 1941

             Some bloody spy I turned out to be.  Not behind enemy lines three days and I was on my way to a prisoner-of-war camp to sit out the rest of the war.  King and country would be so proud - not to mention my mum.

            Of course, I could just get shot.  The thought did cross my mind.  More than once.  Maybe every ten seconds or so.  I had no idea who had nabbed me.  The hood over my. . .