- Contributed by听
- humberbus
- People in story:听
- Joyce Richardson
- Location of story:听
- Delhi
- Article ID:听
- A4086191
- Contributed on:听
- 18 May 2005
I was a WAF sergeant in Delhi at the racecourse camp. I was there to do shorthand typing for a research department. I landed back end of November 1944. I was very ill with bacillary dysentery and I was told that a VIP was coming over the next day. She appeared in the doorway dressed in a grey uniform and a big smile just like Diana. She reminded me of Diana 鈥 she was such a caring person. I wasn鈥檛 told who she was, but I recognised Lady Edwina Mountbatten who was going round the prison camps. She sat on my bed, gave me a big hug and told me that she had arranged a flight home for me on her flight. And I said 鈥淣o鈥. I don鈥檛 know why. She was going to write to my mother but my friends and I had gone through thick and thin to get to Delhi, A month on a troopship and the appalling condition we lived in. Bare concrete floors. We slept in bashas which are four bamboo poles with no curtains in a sort of bed with a thin mattress and webbing in between.. We had no facilities on the camp apart from a cinema and later on a swimming pool. We stuck together. The girls were very close and that鈥檚 why I didn鈥檛 want to leave them.
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