I wish we could make the swine understand that for every town they burn and destroy one of theirs shall suffer the same fate.

Ruined town of Bailleul, 2 September 1918. Photograph taken from the top of the Belfry.  © IWM (Q 78703)

3rd October 1918              HMB

My dearest Father

This will only be a short letter as we are most awfully busy: the Belgian push has brought us in heaps of new wounded, they were wounded on the 28th and came here on the 2nd so we are awfully busy. I was only off for a short time yesterday and today as I have been helping in the wards when my own work was done, & my own job has been jolly heavy lately.

I am very fit and full of beans which is a good thing. Isn’t the war going splendidly. I wish we could make the swine understand that for every town they burn and destroy one of theirs shall suffer the same fate. It is the only way to stop their awful work of destruction.

The petites Belges are awfully bucked with themselves as indeed they have every reason to be. Tell Mother that the French call it Arra(s) and the Belgians pronounce the S but as it is a French town, the former is the more correct.

I was awfully sorry not to be able to say goodbye to you properly. Also I meant to ask you about the memento: however it must wait till I come home again.

Best love to you all

Your loving Dorothy

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Mrs T

Beyond the day job, and the garden, I love to delve into local and family history. While pursuing one project other snippets frequently distract me, resulting in the eclectic mix of tales from the past found here.

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