Another week of statics completed.
Although in themselves these static guards are aimless and needless I
find a lot can be gained from the things that happen around about me as I stand
eight hours a day.
A very peculiar thing stands out in my mind above all the minor
points; it is that among so-called Christians there is very little of the Christian
spirit of charity. Every time I have
been working on an evening this week a lady, a middle aged Christian Arab of
good family and standing, has been thoughtful and kind enough to bring out
three cups of coffee, at about the mid-evening, one each for myself, my friend
and the soldier whose Sanger is near her house.
She says she was in the A.T.S. and realises how cold and bitter evening
guards can be. Talking this kind deed
over with the others one evening I found that the soldier who had travelled quite
extensively in his career had never met anything like it before and could
explain it in no other way than to think the kindness might be from an
insanity.
In itself my duty was carried out without any event of interest other
than the discovery made by a B/C on with me that the Arab Canteen at Police
H.Q. nearby had been broken into and some £P60 stolen. We heard three heavy explosions during the
morning and learned later that they were caused when Arabs blew up three Jewish
shops. The Jews later retaliated by
sniping with Bren guns.
This evening I met a friend with whom I worked in the B.B.C. he is a
wireless operator in an armoured car on Jerusalem Operational Patrols. Yesterday he went down to Damiya Bridge where
with the I.G. and two lorry loads of B/Cs they took up the planks of the bridge
making it impassable as Arabs were massing on the Trans Jordan side and might
enter Palestine.
As I write this, heavy automatic fire cracks outside probably down in
the city.
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