Excerpt
I used to scan the sky some days waiting for the Gerries to come over low, but the local spies must have tipped them off because only allied planes went over. I made up my mind that if the German paratroopers landed near us, we could hold out for a long time because we had large stocks of food, ammunition, and weapons, and now we were filling sandbags to make a two foot high wall around our hideout. By covering the sandbags with branches, we were invisible, and because we made sure that we showed no light at night, we felt ready for anything. We heard that the price of rabbits was up to five shillings each, so in need of cash, we decided to practice with the sub-machineguns and hopefully, we would not blow them to bits. We set out after tea because the favorite feeding time would be just before sunset, and we had to allow ourselves an hour to crawl undetected up to the biggest rabbit warren because it was on an exposed hillside. John was about ten yards to one side of me as we painfully edged closer; there must have been a hundred 'bunnies' upwind of us, we waited until we were about fifty yards away before, on a glance and nod, we let them have it. We sprayed bullets from left to right, the rabbits raced to get to the safety of their holes. Legs, heads, tails, and ears were flying in all directions. When the magazines were all empty, we ran out to collect the bits, and there was even the odd complete rabbit. Our best score was eleven complete rabbits to fifty rounds of ammo, but it turned out that most of our customers were not particular about whether they got their rabbit meat in bits or not.