Chapter 19 ROEHAMPTON BOB THE GREY, AND THE ARMISTICE

After Christmas it was thought I was well enough to be fitted with an artificial limb, and in due course I applied to the limbless hospital at Roehampton. The reply came back in a few days.

"Dear Sir, (I groaned),

"You must apply to so-and-so and we will then be able to give you a bed in a fortnight's time, etc.

Signed: "Sister D."

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