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War, war, war. For me the beginning of the war was a torchlight tattoo on Salisbury Plain. It was held on one of those breathless evenings in July when the peace of Europe was trembling in the balance, and when most of us had a heartache in case--in case England, at this time of internal crisis, did not rise to the supreme sacrifice. It was just the night for a tattoo--dark and warm and still. Away across the plain a sea of mist was rolling, cutting us off from the outside world, and only a few pale stars lighted our stage from above. The field. | Field Hospital and Flying Column 1 Field Hospital and Flying Column CHAPTER PAGE p CHAPTER PAGE Field Hospital and Flying Column The Project Gutenberg eBook Field Hospital and Flying Column by Violetta Thurstan This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title Field Hospital and Flying Column Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium Russia Author Violetta Thurstan Release Date January 23 2006 eBook 17587 Language English Character set encoding ISO-8859-1 START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIELD HOSPITAL AND FLYING COLUMN E-text prepared by Irma Spehar and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team http from page images generously made available by Internet Archive Canadian Libraries http details toronto CHAPTER PAGE 2 Note Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See or http dirs 1 7 5 8 17587 17587-h or http dirs 1 7 5 8 17587 Images of the original pages are available through Internet Archive Canadian Libraries. See http details fieldhosflyingcolumn00thuruoft FIELD HOSPITAL AND FLYING COLUMN Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium Russia by VIOLETTA THURSTAN London and New York G. P. Putnam s Sons 1915 First Impression April 1915 M. R. _Allons After the great Companions and to belong to them. They too are on the road. They are the swift and majestic men they are the greatest women. They know the universe itself as a road as many roads As roads for travelling souls. Camerados I will give you my hand I give you my love more precious than money. Will you give me yourselves will you come travel with me Shall we stick by each other .