Looks like they are just ferrying troops from Plymouth to Yeovilton all day
Don't they know there's a war on? In my day we'd have banged and rattled down to Guz in a four-tonner, and been grateful for the time to sleep. In my Dad's day they'd have gone by train, and half would have been shunted into a siding for the winter and left behind until the points de-frosted in March.
The youth of today...