Wartime Anger v Wartime Comaradie

While working as a nurse in a hospital in London, during some of the first bombing raids, casualties were brought in from a local factory. They were young girls, the burns they sustained would mean they were blinded for life, badly disfigured and their clawed hands were rendered permanentlu useless/ To see these girls, hardly more than children suffer as they did, made me moe angry than I had ever thought posssible. Hate for the Germans was from that moment something I should never be able to erradicate. I would have felt it less if th0se children had been killed., From that experience I learnt what it was like to want revenge. War had turned compsssion into hate.
the restrictions of life in London soon became routine, Walking out of the hospital was an adventure in discovering how many craters had been added to the already pock marked roads.
transort disrpted. trying to travel to visit my family I needed to change trains at Clapham junction. It had been raided.. platforms destoyed and trains damaged. One train was about to pull ot. "Where are going?' I asked the driver, as I ran along the carriages to the engine cab There was no one else to ask.The driver did say he thought he was going in the right direction, provided no further bombs were dropped on the damaged track
Arriving somewhere nesr my destination I had to walk alone across a racecourse and open countryside. Nearby camps were full of soldiers, from many countries. Not once during my seven mile walk home did it even occur to mr that I might be molested.
Rather drunk perhaps the various soldieres that I passed..might be . but still I was given cheery dierections, when I got lost/

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