April 26th 1915
There isn’t much to be seen from the ships as we are so far out, but from what was coming back from the landing, not much was to be imagined. Wounded men were pouring off the sets of rowboats being pulled by the steamboats. Many of the soldiers were unrecognisable. My thoughts went out to my little brother who had been so excited to enlist, but it wasn’t the case anymore. I had heard one of the captains talking about the thousands of men who had already lost their lives to the Turks upon arrival. Although, we are told the war is to end by Christmas. This gave me a sigh of relief, knowing that I would only have to endure this for the following seven months. The soldiers that were continuously pouring in were all muddy and wore blood stained clothes. The soldier’s faces pale and filled with pain in the dim flickering of the ship’s lights. We are told to cut the clothes off to examine the patients wounds. There are 84 patients in my ward. Bullets were nothing; it was the shrapnel that tears through the flesh and cuts the limbs that scares us all. It was all to dreadful knowing someone I knew had most likely already been killed or wounded. It is now the late night and all the nurses have been working nonstop since the landing that took place yesterday. The ship already reeks with the odour of blood, antiseptic dressings and unwashed bodies. Once everything has been settled, we are heading to hospitals in Imbros, Lemnos, Salonika, Alexandria, Malta and England. From there, hopefully we’ll be able to collect more supplies. I’ll be one of the nurses to be stationed on bored during all trips. I don’t think I could stand the sight of these men for the next months. It hurt us all knowing that this wasn’t even close to the destruction caused on the battlefield itself. The word has also spread that more nurses were to be recruited from Egypt and back home to staff the medical units here on the Gallipoli Coast, hopefully lending a hand to some of our...
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