From Convent to Conflict; Or, A Nun's Account of the Invasion of Belgium — John Shaqi
From Convent to Conflict; Or, A Nun's Account of the Invasion of BelgiumMarie Antoine, Sister
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From Convent to Conflict; Or, A Nun's Account of the Invasion of Belgium
Marie Antoine, Sister
Couvent des Filles de Marie (Willebroeck, Belgium); World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Belgium
We arrived in France at eleven o’clock in the night. The people were
leaning out of their windows in their night-clothes and calling aloud
“Vive la Belgique! Vive les Heros!” Again, “Ahead to Dixmunde.” Here we
were placed on a merchant ship, with one thousand wounded soldiers and
ambulanciers from Antwerp. We knew not where we were going. There was no
food. We slept in a small cabin containing four berths, two above and
two below. Those best exercised in gymnastics could climb into the upper
beds. A few moments later the two younger Sisters had flown into their
“Doves’ Nest.” The ship departed, and finally we arrived in Dover,
England. We left Dover and went to Southampton, where we arrived safely
on Friday morning. Here the wounded soldiers were taken to hospitals in
the city, and we were conveyed to a convent. After a few days we were
requested to go to Bristol to teach the Belgian children, and here we
are at present among these good English people, where we may possibly
remain until the refugees return to Belgium.”
A letter from our Sisters in Holland last winter states that those
members of the Community who had taken up their abode in the
mission-house of Aertselaar were obliged to leave and take flight a few
days later than we. Some of them endured great hardships along the
route.
The Sisters whom we left in the city wrote about the same time the
following:
“Our stay in Antwerp was short. We were told that it was dangerous to
remain near the Palace of Justice. At six o’clock two of us started to
the Touwstraat (Rope street), so as to be near our other Sisters. As the
street cars had ceased to run, we had to walk about three miles. The
Sisters who were in the Convent of the Sacred Heart, in Antwerp, could
no longer remain, as those nuns also were preparing to leave. It was
impossible to close our eyes during that terrible night on account of
the thundering, deafening explosions of cannon, while bullets, shells
and shrapnel were flying over the city.
“Early in the morning we were ready to leave Antwerp, but our older
Sisters could not walk, and we had also in our company a sick Sister
from Londerziel. Finally, about eleven o’clock, we left for the station.
We could hardly get through because of the crowd and the great number of
wagons. Two of us walked on and arrived in Capellen at three o’clock. At
the station we had to get into a wagon which had been used for the
transportation of cattle, and then away again. At half-past four we were
in Calmpthout. We waited in the station from half-past nine until four
o’clock. Finally we obtained a place in a coal car and set out for
Holland.
“In Esschen, near the boundary line, we stepped off and walked forth to
Hoogerheide, in Holland, where thirty of us will remain in a convent. I
had forgotten to say that four of our Sisters took flight from Antwerp
at one o’clock in the night.
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