been reading a diary written during world war II. the writing is little bit hard to read, story of the small things and feelings that made up their days, written as the owner of the diary travelled round Africa, to the other side of the mediterranean in a troup ship, endless days at sea, then arriving at the destination waiting and counting the days until letters arrived from home but some months after arriving suddenly the diary stops and have matched it with events at the time and searched on the web for some evidence that the person returned home, but so far no trace.. mystery

The beginning "I left home in reasonable frame of mind, considering that my time of absence was an unknown quantity. Exactly what would transpire between my leaving the then peaceful serenity of home and my return there, will be written in my own handwriting in this book..." A Scottish soldier, 24 when they sailed