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Another war and it would be the army again for me. I did not think I would be in for more than six moths the next time. I was then in the reserves which is part of the deal for military service - six or seven years. I could have been called back.
We went south-east to Valencia and started down the coast, Alachante, Murcia, Almeria, Malaga over to Gilbralter. Mostly I remember we stayed about a week on a beach in this one particular spot. The road twisted along high cliffs above the blue waters of the Mediterranean. We found a gravel and dirt, rutted road trail, that twisted and wound down to the beach. We had the cliffs behind us, the beach in front, with a few jagged rock, shell encrusted outcrops, in a large bay with uninhabited shoreline. It was a beautiful place and we were all alone down there, where tourist would be hard pressed to find, and maybe a little out of the way for the locals as well, except the Guardia Civil. They knew we were there. They patrolled all the beaches of Spain by foot usually in pairs at least every evening.
Not sure how many nights we spent on any number of beaches other than the two beaches we spent a week each, one near Motril. I only remember one other broad beach, the Guardia Civil coming from a long way off - one evening along the water's edge where the sand was watered stiff and it was easier to walk, with their three cornered hats and capes. They may have had rifles under their capes - not sure. They did the passport check, were very polite, saw that we we not married, and gave me the big wink.
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