It is very trying having your night’s rest shortened to two or three hours. We have had a continuous big wind storm since I last wrote – this morning seems a wee bit calmer – Although the sea is still very rough – A sister went a joy ride to Abbeville yesterday – they had Fritz over twice during the day – so were probably bombed again last night – I wish they would send the few remaining sisters away from there. Now as day light is fading I think I will turn in. There is a concert on tonight, but as you see I am not there. The last one we had was chiefly wounded – & many badly wounded. No 2 Canadian, had a convoy in today & I think we take the next. There is a funicular railway down the cliff – or if you like to walk – you can do so, down 365 steps – I chose the steps, as there were people I had never set eyes on at the railway – Sisters! terrifying people! The M.O. Up on this cliff there are 4 or 5 hospitals & no other camps within about 2 miles – but we know the Bosche so well now – that every hut is being sandbagged as a protection in time of air raid – I have been down into the town once- rather a “dirty little place” was my impression. It is rather a pathetic sight – I think they all anchor near some one else – & I suppose it is that there shall be some one to rescue the other – if the other gets hit. Fourteen small steamers came in to anchor this evening. Yesterday & today have been very stormy & I can hardly see the vessels at anchor for the storm of mist or spray over the sea. * Dec 17th he did get over it & is now on his way home to Australia.Įvery day I have been for a long & lonely walk – A big mess is a rare place for making one feel desperately alone – but as I enjoy my own company all is well. He has lost an arm – & one foot is useless. suffering from Trench fever – when it was bombed. One poor fellow died a few hours after admission – & another two are I am afraid following him – One badly gassed – & the other was in the C.C.S. (gas gangrene) & pus – & antiseptics – but my nose is getting used to them now. It felt a little strange at first being back to large numbers, big wounds – the smells of g.g. I have a ward of 60 beds – in the big building – acute medical & surgical – At present there are only 40 patients in it – but some of them are pretty bad. & after that, not being wanted for duty – made myself scarce in my room for the rest of the day – picking my trunk lock – & sawing off the padlock of my kit bag – as I had by accident left my keys either in Leeds or Burnsall – or Abbeville or at the Gibbs. I arrived in time for second lunch 1 p.m. C.C.S.) were in the International Lunatic Asylum at Bailleul. There is nothing I hate much more than that – The hospital is splendid – partly in a huge hotel perched on the top of a high cliff. very kindly lent a tender to take me – instead of going by train – & we made a good spin of it round by Dieppe etc – a good day & I enjoyed the trip, but not the arriving at a fresh hospital. So – postponed the procedure to next morning. I wanted a few hours to say Goodbye & collect my odds & ends. There was very little work being done – & why they don’t close both places remains a mystery. They seemed a sad little group at Sick Sisters & the Home – & I was sorry to leave them. I returned to Abbeville from leave – June 15th & found orders awaiting me to proceed forthwith to No 3 Gen.
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