Lunch. Chicken, did I hear say? Ho, Yes!
Settling down for night when told whole camp to go down to S.A.S.
cleaning station as Division being relieved.
Not bad enough to be stretchered but feeling too weak to walk. However, started in hurricane of rain, 2
miles across beach. Thought every step
would be my last. Arrived, dropped down
with others beside R.R.P. in tent.
Doctor comes around: “S.F. Oh, isolate him” Slept in huge marquee, cold and wet through
but bed pan beside me. Luxury.
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