Agnes Warner and the Nursing Sisters of the Great War
ice box.
    September 11, 1915
    I expect to leave here in two weeks to go to an ambulance at the front. It is somewhere in the north in Belgium. I think Dr. R___ is sorry to have me leave, but it will be a much larger field and the kind of a place where there will be much to do. They have all been so nice to me here about helping me get my papers ready to send to the minister of war, so I do not think there will be any difficulty in my getting through. I go to Paris first, then to Dunkirk, where Mrs. T___[Mary Borden Turner?] will meet me, after that my destination is uncertain. Do not worry if you do not hear from me regularly, for it may be difficult to get mail through. I will write as usual.
    I cannot tell you how glad I am to be able to go to the front, for it means a chance to do good work and I shall be so glad to be in the north when Bayard comes over and nearer the Canadian boys. Even if I cannot see them I shall not feel so far away.
    One of my men today got word that his baby, seven months old, had just died and the little girl of two is very ill. He expected to go next week and has been counting the days till he could see them. He has never seen the baby as it was born after the war began — another one of the sad things of this awful war.
    Good-night; I am so glad of the chance of active service.
    September 19, 1915
    My orders came today, and I leave on Tuesday for Paris and on Friday for Dunkirk. I am up to my eyes in work, for there is so much to be done before leaving and new people to break in. Three military nurses arrived yesterday, but it is rather difficult to manage for they know nothing at all about taking care of sick people. They have all been at the front, and wounded too badly to return and sent into an auxiliary service. One is a priest, one a hair dresser, and the third a horse dealer; however, they are nice men and are willing to learn, which is a great thing in their favour.
    If they are able to raise any money for me I will see that it is wisely spent. There is great need everywhere, and I am proud of the people of Saint John, they have done so much.
    There is a poor woman who lives in a little village near here. She had two sons — one has been killed in the war, the other a helpless cripple for eighteen years and is not able to move out of his chair. He makes baskets sometimes, but now there is no one to buy the baskets. The mother goes out by the day but can earn so little. I gave him five francs, one of the De Monts dressing gowns, and some warm underclothes. He was so grateful, poor boy, and says he will not feel the cold now. His mother is away nearly all day and he sits by the window all alone and depends upon the neighbours coming in to help him from time to time; he is always cheerful and never complains.
    The W___s have such a hard time — they get so little of their income since the war began. It has gradually gone down from $3,000 per year to $500; four of them to live on that amount. So many people are in just the same condition, there is no end to the misery.
    I do not know whether it is the French or the English army we are to follow at my new post.
    September 23, 1915
    I am off tomorrow at 7:30 a.m., to Boulogne, then Calais, and reach Dunkirk at 9:30 p.m.
    I have had two very strenuous days and will be glad to rest in the train tomorrow. It took such a time to get my papers in order. The thermometer for the last two days has been about 100.
    Mobile No. 1,
    I am really not in France but Belgium. I cannot tell you just where, but it is within ten miles of the firing line, and not far from the place where so many of our boys from home have been sent. I thought when I came here that it would be entirely English, as the lady who gave the hospitalis an American married to an Englishman. The English are not far away but they are taken to their own hospitals.
    We belong to a little wedge of the French that is in between the English and Belgians. It is a regular

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