All the other English wounded were sent to Havre, but somehow I got
in with the French, and am here with them now. It is rather awkward,
as I only know a few French words, but a French officer who has spent
a lot of time in England comes and talks to me, and one of the nurses
in another department knows our language and visits me whenever she
can. The officer before-mentioned calls me “his Englishman,” and feels
how strange it must be; he brings me English books and cigarettes,
and looks after me like a father. These buildings are Roman Catholic
schools and chapels, and stand in very nice grounds: _Lance-Corporal
Eccles_.