A war nurse's diary : sketches from a Belgian field hospital . We were obliged to take two small class-rooms,scattering straw on the floor. Patients from the Officers WardTo the left is the Captain who has received no news ofhis family for three years. Next to him isan officer of Premier Guides CHAPTER XI CHRISTMAS December had arrived, and Christmas was ap-proaching. We felt the excitement of it in the one wrote long letters home, asking for goodthings for all our hundred or more patients. Thehome-folk responded, and soon big crates arrived,both for patients and staff. My friend and
A war nurse's diary : sketches from a Belgian field hospital . We were obliged to take two small class-rooms,scattering straw on the floor. Patients from the Officers WardTo the left is the Captain who has received no news ofhis family for three years. Next to him isan officer of Premier Guides CHAPTER XI CHRISTMAS December had arrived, and Christmas was ap-proaching. We felt the excitement of it in the one wrote long letters home, asking for goodthings for all our hundred or more patients. Thehome-folk responded, and soon big crates arrived,both for patients and staff. My friend and I hada memorable joy-ride to Dunkerque. After monthsof darkness, mud and shuttered shops, what a de-light to see gay streets filled with stores, all gor-geous in a Christmas fairyland of decoration. Dunkerque is a wonderful city; one day all theshops are shut and barred, sand-bags block thecellar gratings and the city retires underground!The town is receiving the attention of a German air-plane squadron or of some siege guns over twentymiles away. After blowing up a few houses anddigging some shell-holes in the streets the enemylets
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