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general service abroad—an event which seldom hap-
pened from Slateford. But that was not all. Without
knowing it, two-thirds of the medical board had
restored me to my former status. I was now ;*an
officer and a gentleman" again.

Next morning I had my last look at the hydro
before departing to entrain for Liverpool. Feeling no
inclination to request my comrades to leave me there
a little, I became quite certain that I never wanted
to see the place again.

I had said good-bye to Rivers. Shutting the door of
his room for the last time, I left behind me someone
who had helped and understood me more than any-
one I had ever known. Much as he disliked speeding
me back to the trenches, he realized that it was my
only way out. And the longer I live the more right I
know him to have been.

And now, before conveying myself away from Slate-
ford, I must add a few final impressions. The analysis
and interpretations of dreams was an import am part
of the work which Rivers did; and, as everyone ought
to knoWj his contributions to that insubstantial field
of investigation were extremely valuable.

About my own dreams he hadn't bothered much,
but as there may be someone who needs to be con-
vinced that I wasn't suffering from shell-shock, I am
offering a scrap of dream evidence, which for all I
know may prove that I was!

Since the War I have experienced two distinct and
recurrent specimens of war-dream. Neither of them
expressed any dislike of high-explosive. I have never
had nightmares about being shelled, though I must

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