We have ways of making you talk presents One Man's Window, an illustrated account of

10 weeks of war, multiple April 13th to June 21st, 1942 by Dennis Barner.

Chapter 15, 4 Days Holiday It is Sunday, May the 17th, another nightmare

last night, but although a nightmare, beautiful. I was opinion yet struggling in thick darkness,

close by and surrounded by darkness was a small space of light. This spherical space

shone inwardly and it seemed to have a quality, both beauty and charity. Although I looked

into it, I was kept out from it, I seemed to lie on its surface as if on the surface

of a bubble. Along to break into it, along to throw myself at the feet of the magnificent

seated presence that was there, yet I was held back. I struggled but I was held motionless

as I watched in worship. His figure seemed to burn with pure flame, bliss lay in his presence

if only I could have reached him. As his hand lifted from his lap a soft silver light

fell from him, held back by writhing, threshing things, I looked on towards the shining

one, with awe, for there was a certain terror in beholding his majesty, and yet as light

radiated from this source of infinite power from his magnificent eyes in face, and from

his seated figure there came such peace and goodness and a feeling of such love that

my heart was scorched through joy, joy just to behold him.

Even thinking of this nightmare gives me joy, kind of blessing on my four days stay at

the St. Paul's Bay rest camp. The CO sent me over here this morning to cure myself of this

multi-dog. I don't know how to cure it, so I'm going to starve for four days. It is

wonderful to be back here. It is evening. The sun is almost on the hilltop's opposite,

silver water is dancing amongst the darkening rocks by the swimming platform. A capricious

breeze blows in my face, and four spitfires are murmuring overhead, silver wings against

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