The entry below is pretty grim. All was not that grim during those days.
When we got to England, everything was rationed. There was not much to buy. When we got a pass to go to town, Wells, we went about looking for something, anything, to buy. We came upon a bakery and were able to buy a small loaf of freshly baked bread.
"What does it cost," we asked.
"Thruppence ha'penny," was the reply. We looked at one another in awe. What is that? We went through the English coins in our pockets. We found one octagonal coin about the size of a nickel, that was the "thruppence", and a copper coin about the size of thin quarter, that was the half-penny, "ha'penny".
We bought the bread. We had been living on U.S. rations, and the fresh bread was wonderful, plain warm bread with nothing on it.
We were very proud of ourselves, my buddies and I, for having made our first sucessful transaction in foreign money.