Saturday, January 03, 2009

Monday 5th April 1943

Even this hospital is impermanent. The 22nd General is moving within a few days; no one knows where. I had expected to be discharged, but it seems I shall be transferred – with most of the patients in this ward - to a hospital in Palestine.

This afternoon we drew our kit from the stores; tomorrow we go. It is very sad.

An airgraph from home – not from April, but from Pepita: “Dick is on leave in Town. He and Mum met April last week, lunched, tea-ed, and shopped... If this is really serious, Tee, I must get to know her...”

What do you think, Pepita?


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