My Great Great Aunt was a Nurse in WW1. She wrote many stories of not just her time on the frontline - she was with the Scottish Women’s Hospital and they went right to the very front line. It was her unit that is often seen aiding those wounded men in a church in France. After the war she travelled to Russia as to assist those starving. She was accompanied by 2 nurses and a young Dr. At one point she drew pictures of how they had to get out of the sleigh as the snow was so deep and she drew an empty sleigh and the horse and sleigh facing uphill as the horse couldn’t pull them. She recalled that the snow was past their thighs and the driver was very concerned at being out close to dark, let alone dark due to wolves. They finally arrived at their destination as were greeted with blood curdling screams. The Dr. rushed to see what had happened and was confronted with the Mother holding her dead child. Aunt Ede said the Dr. refused to shake the hand of the father as he has stolen the bread out of his child’s mouth and she had died of starvation. This was very common in taking food from children. Another time my GGAunt came across a child, in the snow with her dead Mother beside her. The little one was cold and near death. I remember my Mum saying the little one was covered in lice, even inside her mouth. My GGAunt so much wanted to adopt her and bring her back to Australia, but after much thought, she knew that the gossips at home would probably shun the child saying my GGAunt had her out of wedlock and the stigma might be worse than her fate in Russia. A wonderful women, who when she returned to Australia built a bush hospital. She served her communities that she worked in, never married but never expected any fanfare and accolades that the 3rd wave feminists expect today.