Thursday 22nd July 1943
The ward is eerily quiet – and of course, pleasantly peaceful. This seems strange however, after the pandemonium's I have known here.
Moved (by permission) out on to the veranda above the flower garden where I spend several hours a day watering. There's a sandfly net above my bed now, which will save me from the vicious night attacks of mosquitoes. It is more cool there at nights and the air is more fresh. Very windy during the days but that matters nothing as I need not be there.
Four others are on the veranda; Smith, Keys and Geller (a very decent Hungarian, once a Tobruch “Rat”) are beside me and William, for some vague reason, is alone at the far end where the wind is always at gale force.
Moved (by permission) out on to the veranda above the flower garden where I spend several hours a day watering. There's a sandfly net above my bed now, which will save me from the vicious night attacks of mosquitoes. It is more cool there at nights and the air is more fresh. Very windy during the days but that matters nothing as I need not be there.
Four others are on the veranda; Smith, Keys and Geller (a very decent Hungarian, once a Tobruch “Rat”) are beside me and William, for some vague reason, is alone at the far end where the wind is always at gale force.
posted by Paul Wilson at 5:43 pm
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