Interview with John Liss.
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My name is John Liss. I was a member of the Canadian Forces from 1954 to 1991, and in December of 1970 until December of '71, I was a member of the United Nations in Kashmir. It was the United Nations Military Observer Group, India and Pakistan. So, for a year I was a peacekeeper with that group. And each day, or almost each day, I kept a diary, or sent a letter home to my wife and family. And my wife, unbeknownst to me, kept every letter, and I've kept them in chronological order. So, I'm going to quote from this letter that I sent on the 10th of August, 1971.
"Back to the trip. It will be a bloody miracle if I don't die of cholera, gangrene, or just plain dysentery before I leave this place. The food handling facilities are just non-existent when you go out to the pickets. Cleanliness is not a virtue of the Indian soldier, either. They're hospitable people, though. Yesterday I think I must have had at least fifteen cups of tea, at least three plates of chips, boiled eggs, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, and all sorts of batter-covered little doo-dads. Then they wonder why I don't eat any lunch or dinner. At each picket, they give tea or coffee, or some sort of snack. When you visit five or six pickets, you see what I mean. Since food is all they can provide, you have to eat it. There is usually a circle of Indian troops standing around, watching. So, you cannot leave anything, because if you do, they are disappointed. Dishes are washed (?) by rinsing them with water, and rubbing with a hand. All the food, of course, is cooked in ghee, and it is oily, and often you can see big greasy fingerprints over the food. I know now why I have to go to hospital for three days on return to Canada to be de-bugged.