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Wairarapa Times-Age, 30 July 1943, Page 4

“Eve had a good many shattering experiences in this war. I’ve been rolled about like a marble on the bridge of a minesweeping trawler. I’ve been bounced like a tennis ball inside the cockpit of an air escort over the Atlantic. I've been shaken like a cocktail and been as wet and as cold as a cocktail --on the vibrating decks of a motortorpedo boat. I’ve been taken for a ride in a tank, had the wits scared out of me in a destroyer at speed, and been crumpled up like a shot rabbit in a car crash in the blackout. I thought that I’d run the whole gamut of physical discomfort. I was wrong. Until a few hours ago, I’ve never had to hold on to the business end of a fire hose.” —Macdonald Hastings in his 8.8. C. feature, “London Letter.”