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1937

Before I begin, I'd like to start off by saying that things haven't been as swell as I'd thought it be. I originally wanted to be a pilot of the British Airforce, but I couldn't pass the test. When I joined the army, I was already not satisfied with how things turned out for me, but when I was given the slip that I was to be shipped off to some god-knows-where place called "Singapore," I was unsure of what to think. My first impression of Singapore was not a good one. As soon as I got off the birdie, I was not prepared for the sudden gush of humid weather that soon turned on the taps of my pores. Before I knew it, my back, trousers, socks, whatever I was in contact with, were drenched with sweat.