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letters from Ursula Graham Bower |
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back to Imphal; sadness at leaving |
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Well, here we are back in Imphal at last, the party disbanded and the long trek over. In a way I'm not sorry; six weeks is a long time to be out; and we were all tired; but oh! I don't want to leave the hills and my Nagas. I would go straight back again if only I could, rain, cold, wind, dirt, smells, hot marches, leaky bashas, bad water and all. It is a comfort to have some clothes - for the last week I have had to mend my one shirt every night in order to have something to put on in the morning! I shall miss my gang of Nagas; they were good fellows and good company. I was alone up there at Jessami for 4 days with them, and over a week without anyone to whom I could speak at all fluently. In the 'magic' trouble they stuck to me although they were scared stiff, when it would have been only too easy to desert - and they really believed their lives were in danger. One or two cases at Jessami really were pretty grim....[end of letter missing] |
