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trying to explain things to them. Visitors were, of
course, benevolent and respectful; my wound was
adequate evidence that I'd "been in the thick of it",
and I allowed myself to hint at heroism and its attend-
ant horrors. But as might have been expected my
behaviour varied with my various visitors; or rather
it would have done so had my visitors been more
various. My inconsistencies might become tedious if
tabulated collectively, so I will confine myself to the
following imaginary instances.

Some Senior Officer under whom Pd served: Modest,
politely subordinate, strongly imbued with the
"spirit of the Regiment" and quite ready to go out
again. "Awfully nice of you to come and see me, sir.'5
Feeling that I ought to jump out of bed and salute,
and that it would be appropriate and pleasant to in-
troduce him to "some of my people" (preferably of
impeccable social status). Willingness to discuss active
service technicalities and revive memories of shared
front-line experience.

Middle-aged or elderly Male Civilian: Tendency (in
response to sympathetic gratitude for services rendered
to King and Country) to assume haggard facial aspect
of one who had "been through hell". Inclination to
wish that my wound was a bit worse than it actually
was, and have nurses hovering round with discreet
reminders that my strength musn't be overtaxed.
Inability to reveal anything crudely horrifying to
civilian sensibilities. "Oh yes, I'll be out there again
by the autumn." (Grimly wan reply to suggestions
that I was now honourably qualified for a home ser-
vice job.) Secret antagonism to all uncomplimentary
references to the German Army.

Charming Sister of Brother Officer: Jocular, talkative,
debonair, and diffidently heroic. Wishful to be wear-