“Upon entering and going further into the camp, the sights were worse, with emaciated men and women, and dead lying on the ground. Skeletons with blank looks on their faces. The smell of death everywhere. Such a smell will never be forgotten by me. The guards were held by infantry and we were put to our patience by not taking revenge on these heartless bastards.
“I gave chocolate to a young Jewish girl about my age, 19. I was admonished the next day as she had died because she could not take food. The grateful looks, tears, the clutching of hands from these people touched me deeply. They could not realise that they were free.
“The Royal Army Service Corps put the water back on, and hot showers with army soap were enjoyed by the women, especially with washing of hair. They were quite unabashed with their nakedness. Foraging parties were sent out into local villages and clothing was confiscated to clothe these people. The joy of being able to sort over clothing like buying from a jumble sale was a sight to see, and the realisation that the British were now in charge, and that they were being fed, having sores and wounds dressed with clean bandages, and lice and fleas being eradicated. I gave of my rations and did not notice my own hunger.