"It is such a gratification to us to know our people at home are awakening to [our situation]. Any contribution to our cause, however small and apparently trivial, is sent to us and we use it. . . .To give you an idea, we use burnt match sticks in making cotton swabs; every sort of bottle for sterile water; discarded cans and cold cream jars for our ointments; wash and rewash the gauze dressings many times...

"As I said before, we are living under military discipline, rise and retire at bugle's call and are invited to our meals, or as the 'Sammies' say, 'chow,' by the same melodious instrument. It was very strange to us at first, but then how easily one can adapt herself. We have also learned that the Army has many rigid rules which apply equally to us, for we are a part of that vast body, even though we have not, as yet, any kind of rank. How we hope for a ranking of some sort! It is awful to be just nothing, as rank means so much in the Army."

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