. A story of the war and family war service record, 1914-1919. te rat made my night joyous againby his presence. At four oclock in the morning wewere suddenly awakened by the claxon and churchbells ringing a gas alarm: I lit a candle so the girlscould get into their respirators as quicklj^ as pos-sible. I got a little of the gas—chlorine—and itcaused a tickling sensation in my throat and nose,and I sneezed and sneezed. After breakfast the shelling grew so heavy thatMr. Ferguson hurried out of the dug-out. ColonelLock thought the situation so serious that he ar-ranged transportation for us, and
. A story of the war and family war service record, 1914-1919. te rat made my night joyous againby his presence. At four oclock in the morning wewere suddenly awakened by the claxon and churchbells ringing a gas alarm: I lit a candle so the girlscould get into their respirators as quicklj^ as pos-sible. I got a little of the gas—chlorine—and itcaused a tickling sensation in my throat and nose,and I sneezed and sneezed. After breakfast the shelling grew so heavy thatMr. Ferguson hurried out of the dug-out. ColonelLock thought the situation so serious that he ar-ranged transportation for us, and we left our break-fast dishes unwashed, and the days pastry in thepans, hurriedly packed our things and left in theColonels buckboard full speed ahead. Afterluncheon we went to the field hospital to visit ourmen in the gas wards. Many of them knew us, forthey were our own boys who did the hard fightingthis morning. I got cigarettes for them and ar-ranged for hot cofTee to be served to the workersduring the night, as they would get neither rest nor j^r^^. rw^.-^ nourishment with the ambulances while bringingin the wounded. Last night Myrtle and I slept onthe tables in the hut. I am used to the singing of the shells as theyfly through the air and know when to duck, so youneed not worry. I can tell when they are com-ing and when they are going out. Night before lastthe most violent battle our boys have had waslaunched. The Boches attacked our town pretty ^heavily. We had to wear our gas masks from four K^until eight oclock. For the next ten nights we will have to sleep in a gas-proof dug-out. We get verytired of the closeness and the mice. This story is but one of thousands that theYanks love to tell about the lassies, with what un-selfish courage, devotion and love they did theirwork. The Salvation Army went over to France andobeyed the orders of Commander Evangeline Boothwho, when war was declared, announced the prin-ciples upon which the Salvation Army labored andthe motiv
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