Finding Themselves: The Letters of an American Amy Chief Nurse in the British Hospital in FranceStimson, Julia C. (Julia Catherine)
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Finding Themselves: The Letters of an American Amy Chief Nurse in the British Hospital in France
Stimson, Julia C. (Julia Catherine)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Hospitals; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
At dinner a Frenchman engaged me in conversation, much to my interest,
as he spoke not a word of English and was just going over to England. He
was as nervous and excited as could be and seemed so glad to talk. He
had been wounded and was now permanently out of the army. At dinner we
had had, among other vegetables, something called “soissons,” which I
had discovered to be a kind of bean. In the cab which the Frenchman and
I took together to go to the quay he told me that he had been wounded at
“Soissons” and that was why he always took “soissons” when they were on
the menu. He showed me the watch charm he had had made from the piece of
shell that had been taken out of his chest. They are so cunning, some of
these French people. I lost him on the boat and didn’t see him again
except in the distance the next morning.
On the boat I found that by paying a reasonable sum I could have a
stateroom by myself instead of having to share with six English Sisters
the ladies’ saloon, which has had berths put into it which are perfectly
comfortable, but which afford no privacy. I had a splendid night and
slept like a top almost the whole night through. I woke once to find
that the boat was tossing a little, but I was too tired and sleepy to
care and promptly went to sleep again. I had not undressed very much,
but even the discomfort of day clothes could not keep me awake. I was
quite surprised when the stewardess called me at six-thirty, and we were
approaching the docks of Southampton. I don’t know what time the boat
left Havre. We went on board at eight-thirty and I was asleep before we
left. After a breakfast of sorts on the boat we landed about
seven-thirty. As the train to “town” didn’t leave till nine-thirty there
was plenty of time to send telegrams back to Rouen and on to Elizabeth
in London. I came on to London with the English Sisters, who told me
they had been met and taken care of and put on the boat and fed with a
spoon almost every minute since they got off the train at Havre. I was
awfully glad I was not with them, but was also glad to know that that
was the way nurses traveling to England are looked after ordinarily, if
they are not as exclusive and standoffish as these English ladies
thought I was. I took pains to show them that I had not meant to be, but
I simply had not expected to be looked after.
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