Chapter Seven
W. W. I. I.
Three years into the Second World War, as it is now being called, my home was invaded with injured soldiers all needing care and attention. I had forty young nurses placed under my command, and three hundred or so men with a wide range of injuries to be cared for, and that was how the war passed for us.
James was exempt from military duty because of his foot not working right, thankfully, so he was allowed to remain by my side where he became my rock. He guided the situation and staff when I could do nothing. He became even more of a crutch on which I leant as the days became months and then years. At the same time I had to treat him, in private, as my slave and property. Sometimes it was hard because James was the only man in my life that I could depend on con
