A Journal of Impressions in Belgium

We found Mrs. Torrence and Janet with M. ---- on the other side of the street, left behind by Dr. Wilson. They have been working all day yesterday and half the night and all thi...

You couldn't take any interest in the firing or the German trenches, or the eager little Englishman, or anything. You couldn't see anything but those five wounded men, or think...

The thing began with the first turn of the road that hid the "Flandria." Up till that moment, whatever I may have felt about the people we had to leave behind us, as long as non...

We left him and his car behind us in the village, squeezed very tight against a stable wall that stood between them and the German fire. We four went on a little way beyond the...

None of the men we were helping out of the train were seriously hurt. I had to choose between my one badly wounded man, whom we hadn't found, and about a dozen who could stumble...

I have seen one of them. As I went downstairs this morning, two men carrying a stretcher crossed the landing below. I saw the outline of the wounded body under the blanket, and...

Outside on the verandah the Commandant was fairly ramping to be off. No--I can't see the Hospital. There isn't any time to see the Hospital. But Miss ---- could not bear me not...

Mr. L. asked me to breakfast. He has told me more about the Corps in five minutes than the Corps has been able to tell me in as many days. He has seen it at Alost and Termonde....

The next problem that faced me was the Commandant's packing--how to get all the things he had brought with him into one small Gladstone bag and a sleeping-sack. There was a blue...

In the afternoon Mademoiselle F. called to take me to the Palais des Fetes. We stopped at a shop on the way to buy the Belgian Red Cross uniform--the white linen overall and vei...

But Newlands stood his ground. He was even more like Lord Kitchener than Tom. He simply could not get over the idea that women were to be protected. And to take the women into B...

It took ages to get in. The dining-hall is narrower than the sleeping-hall, but it extends beyond it on one side where there is a large door opening on the garden. But this door...

I conceive an adoration for Mrs. Torrence, and a corresponding distaste for myself. For I do know what fear is. And in spite of the little steadily-mounting thrill, I remember d...

In the evening we--the Commandant and Janet McNeil and I--went down to the Hotel de la Poste, to see the War Correspondents and hear the War news. Mr. G. L. and Mr. M. and Mr. P...

I do not call you comrades, You, Who did what I only dreamed. Though you have taken my dream, And dressed yourselves in its beauty and its glory, Your faces are turned aside as...

On our two chauffeurs, Tom and Bert, the glory lies quite thick. "Tom" (if I may quote from my own story of the chauffeurs) "Tom was in the battle of Dixmude. At the order of hi...