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Title: "Ladies from hell,"
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Pinkerton, Robert Douglas
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, The Century co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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self again in the frontline. One of the nurses told me that we were boundfor the train-head of a sector some distance out-side of Ypres. As we approached the town Icould distinctly hear the heavy shelling which hasdamned Ypres since early in the war. Here wewere switched about, and finally, after only a littledelay, we were off for Boulogne. At Boulogne hosts of ambulances met us, andas mine was adjudged a serious case, I was de-spatched to the hospital at Wimereux. Thishospital, however, was full to overflowing, andwe new arrivals were placed in tents. Thesewere huge aifairs, almost as large as your circus-tents. Here heaven itself reached down to usagain. It was early evening, and we wentthrough the luxury of a real bath, with warmwater and soap. Immediately following the bath,I drowsed off. My cot happened to be near thedoor, and as the orderlies and nurses went backand forth constantly, I found it hard to sink intoreal, solid slumber. At last, through the exercise of will power, I
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One of our guardian angels EAIDING A GERMAN TRENCH 213 did drop off completely, and immediately I was inthe front line wrestling with a husky German.Through the darkness came a womans voice. Itwas urging me to stop, and I felt strong handsupon my shoulder. I hung on to the German fordear life, and endeavored to plant my teeth in hisleg. But still that womans voice kept coming outof the dark at me. It bothered me. It didntbelong; it was incongruous; and I awakened tofind myself on the floor, with both arms wrappedaround the leg of an orderly and my teeth buriedin the flap of his trousers. Even in my sleep Istill fought Germans, and I believe that my jawswould have been locked in that orderlys trousersto this day, had not the strange voice of a nurseawakened me. My nurse was a veteran of the Boer War, andwhen I told her that I was a member of the Lon-don Scottish, she took an extra interest in me andtold me that she would see if she could nt get mehome to Blighty. The following morning

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