April 25th 1915
Dear Mother and Father
When I left I was appointed the position of head
nurse, I have discovered that I get very very sea sick. We live in the medical
tents with all the injured soldiers the stretchers are five centimetres of the
ground and at night the rats scurry around under me. The state of the soldiers
is horrendous there are men with severed limbs, bullet wounds and horrid diseases.
One handsome Comrade suffered severally when he
was shot in the arm I have nursed him back to health and he is going home as he is no use, before
he went he asked if I would give him the honour of dinner one time
I agreed. I think father would approve of him he and his father own a farm
called Brancebeth in the Wairarapa. I have sent a photo of us along with this
Oh dear I must go a carriage load of soldiers
just arrived from the north most sustaining severe injuries. I expect to be
home soon if not I shall write when I can.
With love your darling daughter