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reporting as Casuals. Then the quickest action I've ever seen in the army up to this date took place. We were taken into a room, seated in a chair and "looked mildly alarmed." A corporal gently grasped the forefinger of our right hands and pressed it firmly into a daub of ink, then on a yellow paper. Another attendant recorded our personal appearance - and in five minutes we were presented with stamped and sealed documents with our pictures, thumbprints and descriptions thereon, declaring that this was "not a passport but a certificate of identity, entitling the bearer, if captured, to the rights and privileges of a prisoner of war." Things began to look as if they were assuming definite form. Our breath began to come faster as we were ushered into the next room and an officer began poring over filing cards. Finally he fished one out and