Western Mail, Thursday 2 November 1933, page 2
COMING THROUGH THE WINDOW.
Dear "Non-Com." - I recollect an amusing incident at Bulford Camp on the Neuve Eglise road. "Don" Company, sigs, patronised a small coffee shop almost opposite the camp, and played cards until closing time every night. One evening we left as usual, and crossing the road to the camp picked Up another member of the company who was a bit under the weather, but had a sublime belief in his own sobriety. He offered to lead the way, into our lines.
His first effort was to step off the duck board-track into the ditch at the side. When we eventually got to our huts, he reckoned it would be a pity to disturb the boys who were already in bed, so he went to the back of his hut and climbed in through the narrow window. As there was someone sleeping underneath (Blue Fagan, I think), the result of his peaceful entry can be better imagined than described. I know Lieutenant Bill Eddy had something to say next morning.
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Narrator A.J.S. = Unidentified