Smoking and taking it easy in hospital. Canadian F.B.S. near Vijonghu. Aftermath of slow movement to the deck.
May 53 and the aftermath of a dust-up on Cloncurry feature. I had 17
grenade fragments in my carcass this time, the result of being the target
for 8 grenades from Charlie. My good old flak jacket took much of the
shrapnel, but not all alas. Whilst at this MASH an American Negro
entertainment unit arrived, they were absolutely great. They went from
ward to ward and performed for all the patients and staff, they were
really swinging. That was the first time I heard and fell in love with
Jambalaya ( the coffee's fine). Late in the evening the entire group built
a big fire down from the wards, and sat around having a drink and a
private 'jam session'. Meanwhile unbeknown to all, the local guerilla unit
had killed some of the guards, then proceeded to go on a rampage. Most of
the entertainers were killed or badly wounded sitting about their fire. We
wept for them the next day, and at times I still do. Usually when I hear
that song.
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