US Army Base Hospital 12

June 13, 1917

6-13-17 Yesterday we were assigned our wards. I drew one that usually has minor cases. Miss Behler is my assistant. Our ward is practically empty tonight. I understand that we are to get no convoys till the hospital is almost empty. Then the English will depart and leave us in peace. War is a dreadful thing. I only hope that it will not last long. I can’t bear to think of our boys being mixed up in such frightfulness. The English nurses are not keen about us and we are equally not so about most of their methods.

June 11, 1917

June 11, 1917 11 P.M. We took the train at 3:15 pm and arrived at Folkstone at 5:15 went right onto the boat and crossed the Channel. We all had to wear life belts and we with a troop ship and a hospital ship were convoyed by a torpedoe boat and air ship, a “blimp.” We were put into big automobile busses and brot out to our happy home. We got here at 9 or 9:30 and were half starved. The nurses fed us bully beef, bread, butter and coffee and then showed us our “huts.” They are very nice but of course very bare. We have board beds with straw on top.
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