ABSTRACT
[A] great motley: Black, Javanese, and European soldiers, among them the sick in gowns and slippers, some bareheaded, others barefoot—all ran hither, wearing whatever they had on [at the time of the false alarm], only making sure to carry a weapon. About myself I can say that godlike Achilles in his armor looked much more grandiose than me, as I was running in my underpants. Forgive me that this letter, too, I am writing in the same underpants! I wore slippers, pink in color, on my feet, with my coat over the shoulder. I ran without a cap, with naked sabre and loaded revolver… I ran with the others…; finally, we reached [the hospital], each of us [doctors] running into the halls to our patients, but we did not find them there, because they all ran away, they ran in all directions… (74) 1
