When Elephants Held up Trains in Northern Rhodesia

MY discovery of Alcoholics Anonymous has not only convinced me that I am suffering from an incurable disease called alcoholism, but at the same time I suffered from another disease contracted from alcoholism and called "The Good Old Days."

During World War II, I was a commissioned officer serving with the South African Air Force and stationed at a base in the Union of South Africa. As the youngest officer at the base I felt pretty full of myself and it was not long before I was a regular attendant at the Officers' Mess canteen, drinking drink for drink with my fellow officers. It... Login to read more
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