Saturday 30th August 1941
Put in “A” Depot Battery (OC Major Puckle) at Base Depot. I should be able to keep a diary again now – to tell of my Aussie friends in Ward J, at No.3; of the long train journeys; the bits of news; and of my meeting with “Pop” Parker and Wilbur Underhill at the Base.
But I can't settle down to a diary again yet. There's something lacking. No good trying to force it. The heat of bloody Tobruch must have burnt the heart out of me.
Well, I hope it's going to wake up again. I'm expecting five day's sick leave. That might help.
In the desert one often sees the mirage. Sometimes – usually – one can see, clear and strong as daylight, a lake, with trees around. Artillerymen have a different word for heat haze too. Owing to the great heat, the air quivers and visibility, at certain hours of the day, is very poor. This also, is called “Mirage”.
But I can't settle down to a diary again yet. There's something lacking. No good trying to force it. The heat of bloody Tobruch must have burnt the heart out of me.
Well, I hope it's going to wake up again. I'm expecting five day's sick leave. That might help.
In the desert one often sees the mirage. Sometimes – usually – one can see, clear and strong as daylight, a lake, with trees around. Artillerymen have a different word for heat haze too. Owing to the great heat, the air quivers and visibility, at certain hours of the day, is very poor. This also, is called “Mirage”.
posted by Paul Wilson at 5:22 pm
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