Diaries and documents of John Dominic Palandri - Part 7










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April
21
Had a few queer dreams last night, escapes from this
and that and never quite making it, and was
awakened at about 6 a.m. by the orderly who told
me that Patey, of Room T, had died. He was a
miliary Tb who had become much worse in the last
two days, poor devil - Frenchman who should have
been repatriated some time ago.
One anaesthetic this morning and then said
goodbye to a few of my Russians who were going out.
Vatrekus, the "General", actually cried before he left.
Quite a rush of cases till about four o'clock then.
Game of bowls, and before and after tea and Appel
wrote letters to Glad and Father Bill Kelly in U.S.A.,
and cards to John, Mark, and David.
Had another anaesthetic late to.night, acute
abdo.. Started dope just on midnight. Elbaz did it.
subcut. paramedian, pus+, found & removed
normal appendix, then Fosy did upper t. incision
& oversewed perforated duodenal. Bed at about 2 a.m..
Re reaction of surgeons while operating - Fosy
to.night murmured to Elbaz something like - "Hang
on to this, like a good chap" and in the next
breath thanked Murray for something with "Merci
beaucoup".
April
22
One job this morning, quick look around, then
dossed down till lunch. Ditto afterwards till afternoon
tea, and so passed the greater part of the day
quite pleasantly.
Spot of bowls afterwards, bridge in evening with
Abbē, Robert, and Fernhead, and ended up playing
"Crapette" with Robert until close on 2 a.m..
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ApriI
23
To.day is the anniversary of our pulling out of
the Brallos Pass - Time Marches On!
Two anaesthetics this morning, and Sister is
so terrifically Spring-smitten that I'm afraid that,
if she's careful, she'll suffer a delightfully sticky
fate.
Checked around again, Blondé, French Tb, looks
bad, as does the Tb Russian captain. Aspirated
my pet Russki in afternoon and drew off 1570ccs!
Must be a record - he's worked up to it so gradually
that he didn’t turn a hair.
Letter to.day from Luigi Palandri, son of
Zia Clementina of Piandelagotti. Rather quick
work, as I wrote to them on March 8th. They're very
well, and he tells me that two of his brothers had
settled in Italian E. Africa, one, Guido, who was
there without family, is now in Bombay, the
other, Amadio, with family, was well according
to his last letter in '41. Our family is certainly
seeing the world under unusual circumstances.
Bridge this evening with Wiltshire, Ballata, and
Fernhead, from the latter of whom we heard that the
three lads are still at Biersdorf, and, it seems, the two
French also.
Cec. Cohen's birthday.
Apri1
24
One dope, a look at Blondé, who's sinking, and a
couple of histories filled in the morning, and a give
stiff walk with Fosy of about 5-6 miles fixed up the
afternoon.
Another anaesthetic before dinner, and another
before midnight were rather an unusual occurrence.
Robert gave us news that the five ex-escapees may come
back here - asked for by Stalag & vetoed by Chefarzt
on the grounds that it would be bad for morale.
News of possible authenticity regarding Jap losses in
various naval battles, and news of temporary
landings at Boulogne & Brest. And the usual
hour or two's discussion on the prospects of the war.
Fitzsimmons left to.day to go to Stalag, possibly till
Wednesday before pushing off.
To.day is anniversary of my few hours with the
rear.party South of Brallos, the trek down to join the
rest of the unit and to hear of their adventures, the
abandoning of unit and personal gear, and the
night.ride to Megara.
Kingsley Beckwith's birthday.
Air.raid alarm in early morning, of course I did
not hear the siren. No bombs or flack, said to be
only one British plane which came & went. First night
of moon, so possibly something is, or will be, in the air.
April
25
Anzac Day!
One year ago we spent best part of 24 hrs.
lying low in the groves of Megara, keeping it out
of sight, and finally getting away at night plus
nurses, ourselves in the Hardy which had given us
such a prophetic & cheery farewell from Alex a little
over a fortnight previously.
An anaesthetic, during which we finished the
last of the chlo. and started back on ether again.
No more chlo. in Germany? or simply none to spare
for Gefangeners??
Check-over wards, dozed in sun, volley.ball
in afternoon and bridge at night.
Sunday
April
26
Anniversary of our arrival in Crete!
Confession, Mass, Communion. Wards. Lunch, sleep
in sun and bowls.
Various rumours - one of an escape of a high French
General, Giraud, from a Schloss of 150 of them, and of a
reward of 100,000 marks for his capture, others of English
landings in Spain and American in France.
Hell, if something doesn't crack soon, half of us will
go potty – parcels are going off, only invalid comfort ones
now, a monotonous life, the inability to settle down
to any decent study more marked than ever, and an
indefinite period of it stretching away into the future.
Cannot know how things will be at the end of it,
either. Worst of all, no indications of how things are
at home. What a bugger it all is!! Even some sort
of interesting occupation would be a help. When the
majority of one's patients are open TBs for whom
nothing can be done, and whose prospects are rotten,
it only helps to make the prevailing depression so much
worse. Gosh, if I could only get back to Glad and
the kids!! Still, I guess we'll have to stick it out.
"Eleven more years and ten more months - ."
At least the weather is good.
ApriI
27
Complete Ethyl Chlo-Ether anaesthetic to.day and
it went very smoothly - none of the uncertain depth,
sudden arrested respiration, coughing, need for O2 etc.,
that was common with Chlo, and a much smoother, faster
induction. I thought I was beginning to like Chlo.
but I guess I'll never growl at ether again.
Nothing much doing for the rest of the day. Wiltshire
and Charlton, one of our batmen, both got parcels to.day,
and Charlton gave me a stick of shaving-soap, while
Wiltshire's will be quite handy in helping along the
rations.
Hetherington sent memo for blankets to.day and
Weston for his greatcoat.
Martalanz told me to.day that the large blonde
in the office, not the glamorous Ursula, has a
copy of "I Promessi Sposi" - must ask for a loan of
it.
During the op this morning, Ursula walked in,
followed a bit of back.chat with Sister in German,
whereupon Ursula blushed, grinned a little, & retired.
Couldn't stop Sister laughing afterwards - appears
that she'd enveigled her up, and then said Ursula
had haemorrhoids and should have them done - some
sense of humour.
April
28
Back on to Chlo. again – the dispensary has apparently
dug up some more. Well, the E.C-E. can wait. One
anaesthetic.
Fosy, Wiltshire and I had our best walk yet this
afternoon. A patient took us by U.ground on a one.hour
trip to Grunewalde, whence we walked to the lake.side
and stopped at the "Alte Fischerhutte" for a beer - a
delightful little open.air caffe right on the water's edge -
must be lovely in a peace-time spring or summer.
Walked then for an hour through the woods and around
the various lakes and then home by another line. It
was all grand. Arrived back to find that
Basilis Marin had been whisked off at a moment's
notice to Stalag, Lord only knows why, allegedly
stopped by the dolmecher Kleiner, hope nothing
happens to him, definitely illegal if it does on past history,
as he's a member of the British forces.
Spent a quarter of an hour watching one of my
French Tbs die, Caillaud.
The blonde promises to bring "Promessi Sposi" to.morrow.
April
29
Two anaesthetics. Alan made up parcels of blankets
& greatcoat for lads and had them handed to Gerries,
then learned from French M.O. from Biersdorf that they
left this morning for unknown destination. How can
I get that greatcoat back again?
In the last few days there has been a lot of bombing
& counter.bombing of Lubeck, Bath, Exeter, Rostock
and Norwich. Senseless business, this war. Report
[[?heinie civs guts]] mafeesh, grub do.. Chef. searched French
M.Os' room for alleged letter from Vanderbecq.
Got "Promessi Sposi" today.
Box & dice of local bosses snitch yacker regularly.
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ApriI
30
One anaesthetic this morning, came back to room to
find a letter from Glad, with a snap and full
of news. The snap was grand, the kids taken in
the Busselton back garden with Mum & Dad, and all
looking grand. The first two have grown a lot, and
David looks like a little girl, bless him, though I
guess it's an effect of the snap. Glad is tickled to
bits with him - he has golden curls. She's having a
photo taken with him and hopes to send me a copy
Bill C. is in the army, and he and Joan have a
daughter of which Joan is immensely proud, and of
whom Glad professes to be jealous. Ginger's son,
David, has red hair, and Ian is like a pup
with two tails, Ben Johnston and wife expect an
heir, and Bill Row collapsed and died at tennis
- coronary occlusion! Glad had no maid at time
of writing.- Written Jan. 23rd
Chefarzt called all British M.O's to him at 11 a.m.,
told us Marin was punished for sabotage - helping
pals to fake illnesses to stay in, and gave us a tactful
warning.
Bridge to.night c̄ Wiltshire, Fernhead & Ballata.
May
1
Two anaesthetics this morning, have rest of morning and
part of afternoon spent in completing a detailed round
of the Tbs. Rumours that soon the French Tbs are to be
repatriated - not before time, either.
Bridge in evening with Padre, Robert, & Fernhead.
Funny - we were down a bit, when the opposition
balled up the bidding somewhat and, vulnerable, lost
2000 on the hand. Eventually got to bed at 12.30.
May
2
Two anaesthetics this morning - an appix and an F.O.
in leg. Latter was a young Frenchman who had been out
since April 9, sheltered by Non-As, and was recognised
by a Stalag guard who, when he bolted, hit him three
times in left leg with shots of .22 or .25 automatic.
The one that was removed entered sole of l. foot and
travelled up to malleolus - apparently caught foot
from behind while it was lifted in running.
Mass & Communion this morning, and as Jerries
are celebrating May Day by whole holiday to.day,
spent most of rest of time at sleeping & bowls.
Bridge again this evening with Wiltshire, Ballata,
& Fernhead.
Sunday
May
3
Padre did not call me for early Mass, so went
to that at 10.30 instead, and he suggested then that
he would like to see me make a practice of it to give
example to any British Catholics. Good idea - should
have thought of it myself.
Absolutely boring & depressing day, felt pretty
much down in spirit, don't know why, possibly
through reading Sir Keith Murdoch's account in
"Camp" of our balls-up of Malaya & Singapore.
I've a strong suspicion that it was pretty well cooked
up by the Jerries before being reprinted in "Camp"
(P.O.W. paper) but I think, too, that there is a
considerable element of truth about it. Even the weather
was against us to-day, as for the last few days, overcast,
threatening, & cold, not conducive to bowls or
volley-ball, in fact, cold enough to keep everyone indoors.
Elbaz and Macqueen to dinner to-night, talked
on till 11 p.m., about the war & everything, and we've
concluded, as usual, that it will be English policy
to let the European show continue till end of next
year. John & Mark will be using my razor when
I return to Glad & them.
"Camp," for what it's worth, printed reports of new
taxation & restrictions on luxuries, food, & clothing in
England - seem to be waking up at last to fact that war's on.
May
4
Soon after awaking we were told that a Swedish
commission was to visit us to-day, so put on my best bib and
tucker, i.e., boots instead of slippers, and went along to
give the single anaesthetic. Just as we walked finished in
walked the Commission, one dear old lady of about 70
and about a dozen Jerry officers, including the Oberarzt
who made himself as conspicuous as usual. We were
introduced - said she's a princess who was doing war-work
with Russians in the last show - and away they went.
Notice Stations 1/A and III [[?3]] were left out of the itinerary
Wonder why?
Rest of day dead-dull, and spent almost all of it in
bed.
Not much different in evening. Thought of someone
else to write to, could drop a line to Nesa.
Still overcast & cold.
We're approaching Chefarzt re chest X-Rays, Wiltshire
and I are rather keen to have our chests done for obvious
reasons, and I'm wondering whether it might be worth
while enquiring re possibilities of shift to Italy because
of bad back in winter and knowledge of language,
or to a job amongst Italian workers here.
The Swedish visitor of this morning apparently did a lot
of very good work amongst German prisoners in Russia
during the last war. ––– Japs in Mandalay.
May
5
Did most of my round before theatre, and
finished it after the one anaesthetic. Interviewed the
Chefarzt about the X-Rays and the transfer to Italy
He says he will shortly arrange screenings & miniature
photos of the chests of all medical personnel here, English
and French, as soon as possible, and that they will
probably be done in two batches. On the question of the
transfer he told me that, of course, no decision would
be given here, but that if I would write out an
application, he would forward it to his superiors.
The Chefarzt in his dealings with us has always been
very fair, and I think that his reply in this case
is as much as I could possibly have expected from
him. Some men might not have been so sympathetic.
This afternoon the four of us had a very pleasant
outing to Grűnau, where, it appears, the aquatic
section of the last Olympic Games was held - not
certain of this point - very attractive, and the
afternoon ranks with that of last Tuesday for
pleasure - grand to see woods and lakes, boating
clubs and the good-class houses which have been
built there, poor way of describing it all, and a
relief to be away from the streets of the city where
everyone is even to a mild degree inquisitive.
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May
6
Appel as usual, one dope, had a look around the wards
then Stabsarzt did a round taking in my Tbs. Met an
Indian Major in Monel's eye-clinic soon afterwards and
had him up for a cup of tea, nice old bird. Served last
war as a Sgt. – 3 yrs in France, rest of time in Syria & Palestine.
Name of Major Sis Ram. Was taken in Lybia of August April last year
west of Tobruck, when his crowd with rifles & M.Gs, no artillery
or planes, faced Jerries, and stuck it out for 3 days without
food or ammo. . Has 4 brothers prisoners - two clerks, one
Sgt., & one officer.
Wrote my application for transfer to Italy, took it to
[[Grok?]] for translation & transmission through Chefarzt to the
authorities, later wrote letters to Glad, home, Nesa and
Luigi Palandri (Piandelagotti), & cards to Ines, Boxshalls,
and to Ben & Mrs. Johnston.
Played bridge at night with Padre, Robert, & Fernhead
Confession afterwards, & bed at 1.30 – bad habits.
British have occupied Madagascar, which much to my
surprise, is actually larger than France. British & Yank
troops have forestalled Japs.
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May
7
Mass & Communion, part of round, one dope, and finished
round with Stabsarzt. He decided to kick out Hedger &
Charlton, but, as Hedger had been promised to us as permanent
batman by Chefarzt, we got in first, saw the latter, and did our
best to fix it up. Stabsarzt was horrified to find two convalescing
scarlets in the Diph. ward, even though it was explained to
him that there was no room for them anywhere else. Luckily
he had to leave just then, or he would probably have had a
fit - the next two patients were cases of mumps!
Lt. Redmond called in from his Commands to see us to-day
& had lunch with us, and the French repatriés left at 12a.m.
Glad for their sakes - 14 from Rms 1 & 2, should have been more.
Letter from Glad to-day, dated Feb. 10th, with snap of
John & Mark on Busselton beach. They look fine. John
was going back to school next day, Mark will be going a
little later, and David is walking. Mum had brought
the kids back and stayed a few days, Ines was down
& so the house was quite full, what with the new maid.
Hazel may be coming back later. Frank Wallace has an
O.B.E., and Ralph Honner & Gibb Maitland have something
too, Glad did not say for what services - good luck to them.
Nell was with Glad, has been ill, is very thin & no
diagnosis made - not well by any means. Gosh, I do
hope the kid's O.K., Glad misses me like the dickens,
isn't it grand! Wish I could put it right.
Two new French docs, have come from Lukenwald, exchange
with Viallat & Vanderberg, nice chaps. News of Russian women
& kid prisoners there.
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May
8
Fosy told lads at morning appel that all British
medical personnel were to go for chest X-Rays to-day
which they did this morning, excepting Fosy, me, and Murray
who were in theatre. Came back from theatre to find another
letter from Glad, written on Jan 12th, which, I think, is
anniversary of Mum and Dad's wedding. Not much news except
that everyone was well, and that she had been to Esplanade
for game of poker with Eileen Noonan, Lin & Jess Martin,
Fr. Brennan and a Mr. Walker – lost her cash as usual. The
kids were fine, and, as I had guessed by the size and
shape of the snaps I've received, she had Annie's Voigtlander
with her.
Very little to say for rest of day, except that, in spite
of all, the Chefarzt has confirmed Hedger's impending
discharge, and that we'll have to find another 'permanent'
batman from amongst the English Sanitaters.
Bowls in afternoon and bridge in evening with
Wiltshire, Ballata, & Fernhead.
Big naval battle reported off coast of Queensland, in
Coral Sea, between Anglo-American and Jap fleets in
which Japs claim their usual tremendous superiority.
Two dopes this morning.
May
9
One anaesthetic then handed over a number of cases
to Dr. Talbot. Naval battle of yesterday still in progress, Japs
so far claim two Yank 'plane-carriers and one battleship,
and one English of Warspite class - of course they're mopping
up everything and Australia is doomed.
Rest of day very quiet, bowls in afternoon, and bridge
at night with Fernhead, Padre, and Dr. Lanchon, who
is pretty good.
German proclamation that all French & Belgian P.O.Ws
must work in factories for the good of the New Europe,
which can be assured of only by a German victory.
Penalties of this & that for non-compliance.
Sunday
May
10
Communion & two Masses to-day, not by reason of any
outstanding virtue, but because I wanted breakfast
before 10.30, and am a bit self-conscious about receiving
Communion at a late Mass.
Sun & volley-ball in afternoon, damned good series
of games, then acted as peace-maker in a dust-up
between one of our batmen and a French sanitater over
precedence at the gas-ring. Popped into the path. lab
in the evening & became involved in an argument with
S/Sgt. Fernhead over the iniquities of the Jesuits in their
meddling in politics and their intrigues, especially in
England, and the faults of the Church in general.
Tried to hold our end up and felt keenly my lack
of knowledge of Church-history. Padre joined in
later and increased my respect for him a lot, because
he showed the extent of his instruction on the various
points under discussion, and proved himself no
bigot, but a man of considerable common-sense.
About the fourth or fifth night in succession on
which I've been in bed after 1a.m. – disgraceful,
Anyone would think me still at home.

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