Object ID: WV0181.4.003
Description: Glory Hancock provides a description of the South American boat that she is on, its luxuries, the notable civilians passengers, and the English and American troops on board.
Creator: Glory Hancock
Biographical Info: Glory Hancock, a nurse during WWI, worked in a hospital in Belgium from July 1918 to February 1919.
Collection: Glory Hancock Letters
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Full Text: My Darlings -
All the beautiful days I had with you seem hazy & unreal & I would give any thing to be going back to have them all over again - I never loved anything so much or any two people more than you & what ever happens to me later on good or bad. Nothing can take away the memory of the perfect time you gave me.
The only civilians on board are Cyril Maude who is a dear, his daughter Marissa a great friend of mine a Captain Congreve V.C. His father Sir William Congreve V.C. the [illegible] at Ypres and Lady Congrese was attached to the hospital in Antwerp.Then there is a Lady Chetwynd tres swift and [illegible] American by birth & very well [illegible] in lots of ways!! & very pretty & amusing.
The rest of the population are English & American troops. Mostly southern the U.S. boys & darlings their singing nearly breaks my heart--its so sad--
the sea is [illegible] & the sky to match & all the liners on each side look so gay all painted up. Our ship is the leader and the fastest but we zig zag up [illegible] down & all have to keep together. We have boat drills all hours and the troops [illegible] seen drilling.
This boat is a South American boat-- very luxurious. 5 decks & every comfort made for the tropics.
My cabin is lovely. The fruit & cake & books are splendid & thank you so so much. I'm a very pampered pet but its lovely to be spoiled. I hope you get to Atlantic City and wish I was going with you.
I can't believe its all over & can't believe that I won't get over till the war ends. Write often and keep me near you for I'm so far away & awfully lonely sometimes & [illegible] I'm working myself to death am pretty unhappy inside me. I hardly feel a pang of heart ache with you. More later.
We didn't sail till about 7 A.M. the [illegible] after all the secrecy what was going on-- we left the pier with all whistles blowing like mad.
So long my Blessed Ones and keep well
Your one Glory