Movies afternoon and evening in the Rec Hall - Jimmy made his debut as a pianist at the 188th yesterday at the Detachment Mess birthday party. Played about 50 minutes - they gathered around later, he said. He'll play tomorrow night at the Officers' Club - fingers crossed for him. We want him to come in to the Detachment but he's ready to be assigned and the rule is that the patients go to a Replacement Pool, and go out from there whether or not their own hospital wants them. He's not going back to combat, so the psychiatrist says - nor home. So some UK detachment will be lucky. Jimmie was at a Red Cross hut somewhere in Germany after two weeks of bombardment, a gun in each hand, obscured by mud, a week's growth of beard, half asleep...somebody handed him a record for the Vic and it was his own arrangement of the piece and the band he did it for. Like Barney finding my chapter on thoroughbreds in the New Hebrides. Two birthday parties - coffee with Jimmie in patients' mess - club later where the medicos were discussing malingerers. Interesting. (pictured: Rec Hall)
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