APRIL 1945: 22nd Sunday. Get better. (That is what is written)
22 Sunday. Get better. (That is what is written)
NB. What was not written down.
When we were admitted I was in a very bad shape. I remember that after a
bath, a complete shaved of any hair and a de-lousing session I was placed into a
bed under a window where I fell promptly asleep. When I finally woke up it was
about a week later. I vaguely remember that at one time there were people around
my bed praying and that there were burning candles near my bed. I also vaguely
remember that a priest was touching my forehead. I woke up laying under the bed.
The reason for that was that during my coma, the artillery fire and impacts were
very, very close to the hospital resulting in the windows being blown out and
all the glass and debris finishing up in my bed. The janitor so we were told
later, who did the bathing and shaving etc., took at one time the wife of the
hospital doctor over the road to where they lived and got an arm blown off. The
poor guy, a Polish citizen, was previously in that hospital because a leg was
24 Tuesday. Feeling a bit better. We received Red Cross parcels (I can not
remember, were we already liberated?) I can remember that through a feverish
haze I overheard some people, who came to visit the other patients, talking
about me and saying "He is dead". That is when I really tried to come
back to life!
28 Saturday. I am now a few weeks with ?? in a hospital. It is good, but I
would very much like to go back home. They tell me that Holland is under water,
also near Rotterdam.