Thursday evening 6.8.14
My dear Mother
Today I have taken an appointment as civil surgeon of the RAMC and I have to proceed to Chatham on the 13th instant where I am stationed at No 9 General Hospital. It is a terrible wrench leaving Mary, but it must be done, many doctors are wanted and I can’t do less. Whether or not I go on foreign service depends on the development of affairs: from now on I am just a lieutenant under orders. I spent several hours at the War Office today fixing up arrangements, and tomorrow must get a uniform and kit. We shan’t attempt to come to Newport now, I don’t think I could anyway, right in the centre of news and activities here one feels that a holiday is out of the question.
The thing that worries me most is what Mary is to do. I feel that regular occupation will be by far the best thing for her but it’s not easy to arrange. Will probably shut up the flat and let it take its chance. The maid, too, must be arranged for. I shall be getting pay sufficient to carry on I hope, so am not anxious on that score.
Today George came in to dinner, also Jack. He is still waiting at headquarters, and is not going to Sheerness, in fact does not yet know his destination.
What a terrific struggle is before us and everyone will have a hard part to play, not least those left behind at home. News at present is encouraging, the Belgians deeds are inspiring and the French attitude splendid, while one cannot have too much admiration for the way the Government and the nation are facing the struggle.
We have no news from Kent or from Newport except in a letter from Kathleen yesterday. I hope you find your quarters comfortable and Newport air suitable: of course your holiday is naturally very different to what you expected.
I enclose a letter for Kathleen.
With very much love to you and all the girls.
From your son
Arthur
