Field Hospital and Flying Column - Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium & Russia by Violetta Thurstan
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of the citizens, nor their private property, nor their philosophic
or religious convictions, nor interfere with their religious services. Any abuse committed by the invader must be immediately reported to me. As long as I have life and liberty, I shall protect with all my might the dignity and rights of my fellow-citizens. I beg the inhabitants to facilitate my task by abstaining from all acts of hostility, all employment of arms, and by refraining from intervention in battles or encounters. Citizens, whatever happens, listen to the voice of your Burgomaster and maintain your confidence in him; he will not betray it. Long live Belgium free and independent! Long live Brussels! ADOLPHE MAX. All that night refugees from Louvain and Termonde poured in a steady stream into Brussels, seeking safety. I have never seen a more pitiful sight. Little groups of terror-stricken peasants fleeing from their homes, some on foot, some more fortunate ones with their bits of furniture in a rough cart drawn by a skeleton horse or a large dog. All had babies, aged parents, or invalids with them. I realized then for the first time what war meant. We do not know in England. God grant we never may. It was not merely rival armies fighting battles, it was |
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