For me it was a kind of wild nightmare, but is was real fine when it was over, and you knew you had won. I cheered and then properly broke down as they had just moved my gunlayer away, dead. My it was a peculiar time to the time six days later when they landed us at Colombo. I had an awful time of it just before my foot was amputated. I was under the anaesthetic for five hours, but I came out of it feeling it a bit easier but daren’t look down to my feet, as I was speculating on what they had done to me. I didn’t look at my left leg for two or three weeks, soon after the operation I got very bad again and the had to put me under again, before we got to Colombo.
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