Tuesday 24th August 1943
This afternoon I suddenly heard a burst of familiarly-wild singing - “Song of the Revolution”, which I'd not heard since the winter, at Sidon, Syria. I went to a window and saw three Greeks sitting around the door of the next ward. One – whom I recognised as the very crazy Greek sergeant! - was leading the other two in song. He had the same peculiar, fixed and vacant smile, but looked rather different as he had grown a heavy moustache since the Syria days.
Paras apparently has been discharged. But the sergeant (obviously much better now) still remains!
Paras apparently has been discharged. But the sergeant (obviously much better now) still remains!
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