This book is what the title suggests. It is certainly a diary written in a form you would expect, although it is also clear it is written for someone other than the writer herself. It gives a shorthand description of her day to day life and work in various hospitals or field stations - including a spell of weeks on an ambulance train.

Her ability to keep a real emotional distance from the men (and sometimes women) under her care was, I believe, her defence from simply succumbing to the ever increasing horror of seeing - over the period - thousands of young men who, simply a few days or indeed hours before she met them, had been in the full vigour of health and youth and were now smashed into human rags or worse. Left to spend lives in states not much better.

It is also propaganda. The Brits are good, the Germans are bad. One would hardly expect anything else from such a diary, written at such a time. It did not stop her caring for wounded German sodiers with the same clinical detachment as the men from 'her' side. For me the questions are; who was she? why is there no more diary than less than the first year? what became of her? Certain asides hint of a catholic faith, possibly an Irish connection and previous war service (in Africa) making her I guess around 30 to 35 at the time of this diary. But will one ever know?