Fanny Goes to War

It is a great autobiographical account of an English woman's experience as a F.A.N.Y. during World War I, and of her inspirational recovery from a war-time injury. I eagerly avail myself of the Author's invitation to write a foreword to her book, as it gives me an opportunity of expressing something of the admiration, of the wonder, of the intense brotherly sympathy and affection almost adoration which has from time to time overwhelmed me when witnessing the work of our women during the Great War. Women worked amid such scenes for long hours day after day, amid scenes as no mere man could long endure, and yet their nerves held out; it may be because they were inspired by the nature of their work. I have seen them, too, continue that work under intermittent shelling and bombing, repeated day after day and night after night, and it was the rarest thing to find one whose nerves gave way. I have seen others rescue wounded from falling houses, and drive their cars boldly into streets with bricks and debris flying.