Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 141 )
But for now, it was back to work for Arthur and I, we had lives to save and with the arrival of suitable medicines we may just succeed in doing so.
I had numerous patients to treat both British soldiers and Boers, but wondered how much longer my services would be needed here. My contract was for the duration of the conflict, but the conflict was almost over, other than a few Boer Bitter – Enders who refused to surrender, but sooner or later even they would see reason.
Don’t misunderstand me, I am content enough with my purpose here, I think the thought of Arthur leaving has given me a little home- sickness. Odd, as it may sound I rather miss the squalor of Whitechapel, but then I spent the most challenging years of my life there.
I miss the people’s cheerful attitude in the face of poverty, The Boers are a fine people but they have a rather dour attitude to life, but in all fairness they are colonists in a relatively new country, their lives can’t be easy, maybe I judge them too harshly.
I suspect that probably the real truth of the matter is that I am lonely, Arthur is the only real friend I have here, and when he returns to London as he will be doing shortly, I will be alone, unless another physician deigns to join me.
I have a duty to my patients, but I also have a duty to myself. I came here to tend the sick and wounded. I agree, I needed for a time to get away from Whitechapel. But it was never my intention to become an exile from my own country. I am happy to serve, but I don’t want to be stuck in this arid God forsaken country for ever.
Or is this the penance that I have to serve as redemption for my sins. If that be the case, I will keep my head down and keep doing the best I can for my patients, and hope that one day that will be enough to end my exile!
(C) Damian Grange 2019