"On one memorable occasion we accepted an invitation to the party being thrown in Block 103, right at the other end of the compound. Hut 103's parties were "LEGENDARY", so we felt it worth the risk. It was! I must say that nothing really happened at such parties. the success was often measured by the amount taken on board, since the more of the stuff you drank the better it got.

At about midnight, in spite of protests from the other revellers, but fully primed with Dutch courage, Red and I decided to make the perilous dash back to our own block Some care in this operation was necessary, only weeks earlier a squadron leader doing much the same thing had been shot in the thigh. I really don't know how we managed it; the night world was wobbling as in between searchlight sweeps from the goon-boxes, we scrambled into the shadowy cover of the huts. On our final dash we only just managed to scrabble through the window as the Hund Fuhrer came round the corner with his keenly sniffing dog".