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Category Archives: V. On No.— Ambulance Train (3)

British and Indians. November 18, 1914, to December 17, 1914. The Boulogne siding—St Omer—Indian soldiers—His Majesty King George—Lancashire men on the War—Hazebrouck—Bailleul—French engine-drivers—Sheepskin coats—A village in N.E. France—Headquarters.

Thursday, December 17th.

Left St O. at 11 p.m. last night, and woke up this morning at Bailleul. Saw two aeroplanes being fired at,—black smoke-balls bursting in the air. Heard that Hartlepool and Scarboro’ have been shelled—just the bare fact—in last night’s ‘Globe.’ R. will have an exciting time. We’re longing to get back for to-day’s ‘Daily Mail.’ [...]

Wednesday, December 16th.

We are on our way up again to-day, and by a different and much jollier way, to St Omer, going south of Boulogne and across country, instead of up by Calais. We came back this way with patients from Ypres once. It is longer, but the country is like Hampshire Downs, instead of the everlasting [...]

Tuesday, December 15th.

We were unloaded last night at 9.30, and reported ready to go up again at 11 p.m., but they didn’t move us till 5 a.m. Went to same place as yesterday, and cleared the Clearing Hospitals again; some badly wounded, with wounds exposed and splints padded with straw as in the Ypres days. The Black [...]

Monday, December 14th.

Got off at last at 3.30 a.m. Loaded up 300 at Merville, a place we’ve only been to once before, near the coalmines. Guns were banging only four miles off. Had a good many bad cases, medical and surgical, this time: kept one busy to the journey’s end. We are unloaded to-night, so they will [...]

Sunday, December 13th.

We’ve been hung up since Friday night by the three damaged trucks, and took the opportunity of getting some good walks yesterday, and actually going to church at the English church this morning. Sister B. has been ordered to join the hospital; she mobilised to-day, and we had to pack her off this morning. The [...]

Saturday, December 12th.

The French engine-drivers are so erratic that if you’re long enough on the line it’s only a question of time when you get your smash up. Ours came last night when they were joining us up to go out again. They put an engine on to each end of one-half of the train (not the [...]

Friday, December 11th.

They wouldn’t unload us at 11 p.m. at Boulogne last night, but sent us on to the Duchess of Westminster’s Hospital at a little place about twenty miles south of B., and we didn’t unload till this morning. It was my turn for a whole night in bed. Not that this means we are having [...]

Thursday, December 10th.

Left for Bailleul at 8 a.m. Heard at St Omer of the sinking of the three German cruisers. Arrived at 2 p.m. Loaded up in the rain, wounded and sick—full load. They were men wounded last night, very muddy and trenchy; said the train was like heaven! It is lovely fun taking the sweets round; [...]

Wednesday, December 9th.

In siding at Boulogne all day. Pouring wet.

Tuesday, December 8th.

Got up to Bailleul by 11 a.m., and had a good walk on the line waiting to load up. Glorious morning. Aeroplanes buzzing overhead like bees, and dropping coloured signals about. Only filled up my half of the train, both wounded and sick, including some very bad enterics. An officer in the trenches sent a [...]