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Noises around and I am blanket bathed. I stare up but see only darkness my blind eyes bring. The nurses talk between themselves as they wash me intimately. My leg stumps are unbandaged and air gets to them. They talk about a new young doctor. I think about nothing but everything. I sense them wash me. Dampness refreshes me. I vaguely remember the bombing and then nothing. I wish Clive was alive and here with me. Philip came yesterday and talked to me. He is Guy's friend and works in the Foreign Office he said. He wants to take me out for dinner. I am half a woman now. The nurses dry me gently then rebandage the stumps and dress me and wheel me out into the sun. I sit alone with birdsong sounds nearby. I am undone and want to cry.
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Grace and the Blanket Bath 1940
Noises around and I am blanket bathed. I stare up but see only darkness my blind eyes bring. The nurses talk between themselves as they wash me intimately. My leg stumps are unbandaged and air gets to them. They talk about a new young doctor. I think about nothing but everything. I sense them wash me. Dampness refreshes me. I vaguely remember the bombing and then nothing. I wish Clive was alive and here with me. Philip came yesterday and talked to me. He is Guy's friend and works in the Foreign Office he said. He wants to take me out for dinner. I am half a woman now. The nurses dry me gently then rebandage the stumps and dress me and wheel me out into the sun. I sit alone with birdsong sounds nearby. I am undone and want to cry.
TerryCollett
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
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