Object ID: WV0181.4.007
Description: Hancock describes crowded conditions in the hospital, the low number of staff to care for the patients, and the exhaustion she feels at the end of her night shifts. She is tired of the conditions in which she is living, and is worn out mentally and physically. There has been lots of shelling around them, but not on them directly.
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: Sept 10,
My Dearests, I loved hearing all your news but I got such a wave of homesickness in following you abouy [sic] on your various travels, Poor Miss Glen I have indeed lost a good friend, I never could understand her great lovr [sic] for me and I valued it awfully, Little Anne White wrote me the saddest letter I er [sic] read. Poor little thing Miss Glen was all she had I wish I culd [sic] help her in some way, I am on "Night Duty” again and alone and we get 39 and 49 in a night all to be washed and their dressings done besides treatment for most of them and by morning I am like a ressurected [sic] corpse, I really never was so tired in my life. We all are. The Staff is so small and they keep filling up with wounded instead of keeping to a number we can cope with without killing ourselves, 4 years of this has about finished me in every way, I think every body feels the same. Worn out mentally and physically, We have lots of German wounded in, such nice mannered boys most of them I was so surprised and our wounded are good toy [sic] them waiting on them and talking to them, Poor devils they don't want to fight any more than our soldiers do.
There have been lots of fighting all about us but we have not been shelled or bombed week which is a comfort. The English Headquarters are fixing up my hut for the winter. I think we will all die of the cold. In England I don't see how people are ever going to live, and it puts me off of going over for leave even if I got the chance which is doubtful. If I could get Westray over I would take him to the South of France and get some sunshine, but it is too long a journey for 2 weeks leave and it could never be managed. This is only a line to send my love and write me all the news. Don't let Fave work too hard. We can't bear to think of losing you two, and I am so afraid of something happening to you before I get you back. So treat your selves and each other like millionaire babies and love me all the time, Hug Vinton for me,