Seasons of a Scholar
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Seasons of a Scholar

Some Personal Reflections of an International Business Economist

John H. Dunning

In his perceptive and easily readable autobiography, John Dunning walks the reader through the four seasons of his professional and private life. With just the right touch of humour, he recounts his boyhood experience during the eventful days of the Second World War, his three-year spell in the Royal Navy, as well as his years as a student and research assistant at University College London. He then goes on to describe his times as teacher and researcher at Southampton, Reading and Rutgers Universities, and the origin and evolution of the Reading School of International Business scholarship.
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Chapter 3: ‘And then the Lover’ (I): A Naval Interlude

John H. Dunning


3. ‘And then the lover’ (I):1 a naval interlude Early in 1945, I began to think about my future! Though the Allies were advancing across Europe, the European War was still very much alive, and I had already received a notice from the Ministry of Defence that, on my eighteenth birthday, I would be eligible for conscription. At the time, although a conscript could express a preference for serving in one or other of the armed forces, there was no guarantee that his preference would be respected. So I decided to volunteer for the Royal Navy, which I strongly preferred to either the Army or Air Force. I tried, but failed, to get admitted to King Alfred College in Brighton for officer training in the seamanship branch. Instead, with my own particular background in mind, it was suggested I tried later for a commission in the Supply and Secretariat Branch of the Navy. My call-up papers arrived in April and I was instructed to present myself at Skegness Naval Training Establishment on 3rd May 1945. I remember my Uncle Tom bidding me farewell at King’s Cross Station on the morning of my departure to the Lincolnshire coastal resort; although he seemed more interested in the locomotive drawing my train than in my departure! It was my first time away from home for more than a few days. Neither my parents nor I had wanted me to go, and 24 hours later I wondered if I had made the...

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