Violetta Thurstan 
Field Hospital and Flying Column 
Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium Russia

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. War, war, war. For me the beginning of the war was a torchlight tattoo on Salisbury Plain. It was held on one of those breath less 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.