But if he didn't see as much service at Ghent as he undertook to see (though he did some fine things on his own even there), it was made up to him in Flanders afterwards, when, with the Commandant and other members of the Corps, he distinguished himself by his gallantry at Furnes and in the Battle of Dixmude.
(For an account of his wife's services see Postscript.)
[23] I record these details (March 11th, 1915) because the Commandant accused me subsequently of a total lack of "balance" upon this occasion.
[24] This is no reflection on Tom's courage. His chief objection was to driving three women so near the German lines. The same consideration probably weighed with the Commandant and M. ——.
[25] The whole thing was a piece of rank insubordination. The Commandant was entirely right to forbid the expedition, and we were entirely wrong in disobeying him. But it was one of those wrong things that I would do again to-morrow.
[26] Antwerp had surrendered on Friday, the 9th.
[27] All the same it was splendidly equipped and managed.
[28] Even now, when I am asked if I did any nursing when I was in Belgium I have to think before I answer: "Only for one morning and one night"—it would still be much truer to say, "I was nursing all the time."
[29] My Day-Book ends abruptly here; and I have no note of the events that followed.
[30] Incorrect. It was, I believe, the uniform of the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry Corps.