Stories from 47 Regt days . . . |
I remember . . .
. . . . Perpetual flat batteries on the UK vehicles - starting one on the handle one day a corporal was hit in the face when the engine backfired. He was thrown several feet on to his back with his glasses smashed into his face. His face was covered with blood and as I rushed to help him I heard myself utter the eternally stupid phrase "Are you OK?". I remember that we got him down to the MO's near the Guardroom very quickly and fortunately there was no lasting damage except to his glasses.
. . . . That was Cpl Eric Vasey. He suffered two broken teeth and was fitted with replacements.
Actually, Eric was unbelievably accident-prone, as Geoff Moxon might be willing to attest. Eric was famous for falling asleep and sun-burning his rear end on Benbecula beach.
Eric was shipped to the army hospital in Iserlohn, where he stayed for some time. I remember that for a while they would not allow him to look in a mirror as
he was a pretty ghastly sight..
Anyway we shared this facility with the Canadians and he shared his room with a couple of Canadian guys who were in due to
damage caused in some kind of drunken fight. All the patients once able to move around, were given white shirts and if I remember it correctly red ties to signify
they were patients and were not allowed to leave the hospital premises. Anyway at least once (and I believe twice but would not swear to it) they went on the lam
and got into another drunken brawl. When the nurses arrived next morning they were in a similar state to the day they had arrived having sustained new damage.
I believe they eventually discharged them to stop this revolving door scenario.
To follow up on John's comment re Eric being accident prone; he almost sustained serious damage from me one time outside of Innsbruck. We were doing a motor
cycle tour of several countries on a VERY restricted budget and on arrival I had agreed to set up the tent etc while he took our limited food budget to get victuals.
He did not show up until very, very late, totally drunk, having spent most of our allowance on booze. The only food he had purchased was a large chunk of totally
disgusting Austrian cheese. You can imagine how hungry I was at this point and came really close to either injuring him severely and leaving him behind to find his own way back to Dortmund.
I was still mad days later.
It can only get better . . . .
I have this image etched in my memory of Eric sitting on his bed telling me the (a?) story of his hospital sojourn. He spent some time in hospital at Iserlohn due to a grumbling appendix, a long-lasting foot infection, etc. On one occasion he apparently got out with a couple of Canadians (in their hospital pyjamas) and they all got drunk. The Canadians decided to slide down a nearby ski-jump in the very early hours of the morning, and had to be rescued by para-medics, as due to the summer season there wasn't actually any snow to land on.
Poor Eric - he junked his nice blue Borgward by driving it over the edge of a trench in the road, freshly dug for a new pipeline. No insurance, of course.
I've managed to track down a few Old Pals over the years, but despite several efforts I haven't found a single trace of Eric.
John Walker
November, 2004
Geoff Moxon
December, 2007
John Walker
December, 2007