The Soul of the Soldier: Sketches from the Western Battle-FrontTiplady, Thomas
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The Soul of the Soldier: Sketches from the Western Battle-Front
Tiplady, Thomas
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, English
All had received life-belts and a card directing us which boat to make
for, should the ship be torpedoed. Mine was "Boat 5, Starboard." My
neighbor on the right had been on a torpedoed boat once and had no
desire to be on another. The lights of the ship were obscured or put
out, and we silently stole over the waters towards the much desired
haven. There was no sound but the steady thump of the engines, and we
were soon asleep. Shortly after dawn we awoke to find ourselves in
Southampton Water. A water-plane drew near, settled like a gull on the
water, and then plowed its way through the waves with the speed of a
motor-boat.
About nine o’clock we were carried off the boat to the station. Women
workers supplied us with telegraph forms, confectionery and cigarettes;
orderlies brought us tea. We were then taken to the train. It was even
more comfortable than the hospital trains in France; and we had women
nurses. On each side of the train, for its full length, were
comfortable beds and we were able to sit up or recline at our pleasure.
Lunch was served on board, and of a character to tempt the most ailing
man. No shortage of food is allowed to obtain on the hospital train.
It has the first claim on the food supply and it has the first claim to
the railroad. It stops at no station except for its own convenience.
Even the King’s train stops to let the hospital train pass.
We were under the care of a nurse who had reached middle life. She had
been on a torpedoed hospital ship! on one that struck a mine without
bursting it; and on another that collided with a destroyer in the dark.
She was greatly disappointed at the decision which had removed nurses
from the hospital ships because of the danger from submarines. She
fully appreciated the chivalry of the men who would not let their women
be drowned; but it had robbed the women of a chance of proving their
devotion, and she could not see why the men should do all the dying.
The women were ready to meet death with the men and as their mates and
equals. Their place was with the wounded whatever might befall, and
they were ready.
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