The Joyfulness of War Ending

I was ill, I was very ill in England, it was about eight... weeks and weeks. But like I arrived in England the 27th of April and they hospitalized us. I called it paradise, the1 Canadian General Hospital. And after we’d been through, anything, a crust of bread on the street was worthwhile, was worthy, you know. And I was hospitalized in three different hospitals and I was delirious, semi-delirious and ill. I came back on the Louis Pasteur, the ship with pleurisy in the ship’s hospital. And, you see, it was all the joyfulness of the war ending. I was in London the night before VE day with my brother Allan. I couldn’t rejoice, I couldn’t rejoice, I wanted to see these people rejoicing.