31 Jul 1943, John Charter's wartime journal

One more month gone: one month nearer to blessed freedom. We have had some excitement since I made my last entry. Recently our flat has, apparently been consuming too much electricity and for two or three days we had our current entirely cut off during the day so that we were unable to do any cooking. For this reason our Sunday community curry had to be postponed. On Tuesday the current was switched on for half an hour at breakfast, lunch and suppertime, so we decided we would open our community tin of corned mutton and have our deferred curry.

We were just sitting down to our meal with considerable relish, when we heard an excited voice shouting something in the courtyard. We dashed to the hall window and I saw Ward holding up a fair sized looking handbill and shouting “Resignation of Mussolini” at the top of his voice.

Forgotten was our rice and curry. I dashed down the stairs and managed to have a look at this notice, which proved to be a special edition of the HK News. It stated that King Victor Emanuel of Italy had accepted the resignation of Signor Mussolini and that Signor Badoglio had been appointed his successor, or Premier, that the Fascist army had been incorporated with the Italian Volunteers (which we understood to mean that the Fascist army, as such, no longer exists); that martial law had been proclaimed throughout Italy; that a curfew had been ordered and no one may carry arms between sun down and sun rise; and that the Italian army will still safeguard the people!!

What excitement in camp! What a tonic effect to internees! We guessed the intense excitement this news must have caused in England and though we had no church bells to ring we rang our block electric bells (which are used at meal times, curfew etc.) good and proper and there was wild cheering. People say they heard it at the hospital! So we hope our friends in the gaol heard it too. Well, there were soon wise-cracks passing round, “It’s got too hot for the ice cream,” “Poor old Musso, he didn’t ought to do so,” and there was much speculation.

Did this mean that Italy was out of the war? Would she ask for peace terms or would she try and become a non belligerent and neutral power if the British and Americans kept out of her country? According to the Jap paper, fighting still continues in Sicily. If only we could listen in to a BBC news bulletin now. At all events, we can safely assume that for all practical purposes Italy is out of the war – or soon will be.

Y and I had arranged to visit Maudie that evening, but Y had had her third wisdom tooth removed on Monday and was feeling rather under the weather. It was an impacted tooth and Shields had had to remove the one next to it as well before he could get out the offending wisdom tooth. It seemed a shame to have to do it, but I suppose it was necessary. Y’s jaw ached badly when the effect of the injection had worn off and so I introduced to her the old fashioned remedy of ‘vinegar and brown paper’. We had bought some pepper from the canteen and the vinegar I obtained from a small tin of ‘mixed ginger’ – gingered vegetables pickled in what I assumed must be some kind of vinegar. Anyway, it did the trick: this vinegar and pepper paste, spread on rough paper and gently rubbed against her cheek for a while, caused such a burning sensation that this counter-irritant drew all the pain from her jaw! Marvellous these old wives remedies.