- Contributed by听
- tivertonmuseum
- People in story:听
- Harold Cleeve and Abraham.
- Location of story:听
- Cumberland.
- Article ID:听
- A7745231
- Contributed on:听
- 13 December 2005
This story was submitted to the people war Website by a volunteer from Tiverton Museum of Mid Devon Life on behalf of Harold Cleeve.
HAROLD CLEEVE
I was stationed in Cumberland, up at Carlisle, it was happiest years of the war 鈥 lovely people. What stood out for me I was in hospital, the military ward. I was badly burnt face and hands all bandaged up like an Egyptian Mummy and the Matron said she wanted those of us who were the walking wounded to help. A huge coloured American looked after me in the ward, he carried me to the bathroom like a baby. He鈥檇 wash me. We called him Abraham.
When I was able to walk about, the Matron decided to give the children a party with the American orderlies. I was talking with Abraham and a little girl came up to shake hands and thank us for the party. She shook my hand and Abraham put out his great hand. The girl shook it and then looked at her hand and Abraham said 鈥渄on鈥檛 worry, it wont come off鈥 and he hugged her 鈥 a gentle giant 鈥 I often wonder what happened to him.
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