He looked at the padré blankly, not understanding a word that he was saying.
A more extraordinary case of shell shock was that of an officer lying about three beds down from me. In the usual course of events an R.A.M.C. corporal asked him his name.
"F——," he replied in a vague tone.
The corporal thought that he had better make certain, so with as polite a manner as possible looked at his identification disc.
"It puts Lt. B—— here," he said.
There followed a lengthy argument, at the end of which the patient said—
"Well, it's no use. You had better give it up. I don't know what my name is!"
A Fusilier officer was carried in on a stretcher and laid next to me. After a time he said—
"Is your name L——?"
I replied affirmatively.