Field Hospital and Flying Column: Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium and Russia (1915)
Field Hospital and Flying Column: Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium and Russia (1915)
By Violetta Thurstan
14 Feb, 2019
War, war, war. For me, the beginning of the war was a torchlight tattoo on Salisbury Plain. It was held on one of those breathless evenings in July when the peace of Europe was trembling in the balance, and when most of us had a heartache in case—i
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War, war, war. For me, the beginning of the war was a torchlight tattoo on Salisbury Plain. It was held on one of those breathless evenings in July when the peace of Europe was trembling in the balance, and when most of us had a heartache in case—in case of England, at this time of internal crisis, did not rise to the supreme sacrifice.
It was just the night for a tattoo—dark and warm and still. Away across the plain a sea of mist was rolling, cutting us off from the outside world, and only a few pale stars lighted our stage from above. Less