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"14 days prison for yours."
"Welcome, recruit!" - these and more of 'em.

I was told to sit down and make myself uncomfortable while the ward master made my bed.

I noted with approval that the beds were of the common hospital variety - high, narrow, white painted iron cots - with good mattresses, and, Allah be praised - sheets!  My particular portion was made up in about an hour, the ward master taking his time  in a glorious leisurely manner, and what a pleasant sigh I offered when I got in between to spotless sheets, under two white blankets, and laid my aching head on the softest of pillows! [[underline]] That [[/underline]] was a moment of moments for me!

I laid on my back in a halo of comfort for the whole afternoon. The only thing that perturbed my spirit of restfullness was a mixture of restlessness when I heard and saw all the planes in the air outside. I knew that I would be left far far behind