DON'T OWN OUR GIRL IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM...

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A/N

I thought I'd add a chapter. All this talk about VE day and that made me think of this story even if it is WW1!

I know some have been wanting another chapter, if you do want more let me know and I'll see what I can do...Markab.

Where would life take me next...

FRANCE that's where...

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MUM,

This must be the first letter I have written you. It seems really strange being so far away from you and Nan and the kids and that. But I know yous were all so worried when I told yous that I was gonna be working at the field hospital. It's just sommick I have to do.

It took ages to get here, but I'm settling in fine.

I've made alot of friends but its right grim here, I can tell yah.

Ive never seen so many injured men in uniforms. I thought it was bad back working at the hospital when the soldiers came, but here it's like a big mass of red.

I'm tuff you know that, I can handle it, I fink!

Say hello to Sister Turner for me if you see her, she was an old witch at times but she was concerned when I said I'd go with the red cross and that.

She loves me really, pity that all them pots have to be cleaned by Mary now...lifes a bitch they say.

Anyways, I have to go. I dont get much time off, but I like to be busy. Ive been looking after a chap called Alfie, he's from South London, he's younger than me and he's lost his arm bless him, but he is doing well and that, dont fink he'll fight again though.

We have chats and that, and I fink he might like me...that's the trouble I suppose, you care for them and they get the wrong idea.

He knows that coof Captain...James what's his face. I haven't seem him yet and I'm wondering if he'll recognise me when he gets here next week. Not that I care mind, he was a right arrogant pig him. But I suppose he did rescue me from that horse that time so maybe he's not all bad.

Gotta go.

Love you Mum. Love you Nan...love you kids. Hope to write again soon.

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Emily looked at Molly as she carefully folded the letter and stuck it into the envelope. She washed her blood stained hands in a basin and dried them, "You still missing them?"

Molly nodded, she shook her head, "I do like mad Emm...but I'm not gonna be telling them that I sometimes wish I never came here..."

Emily sighed and came to sit next to her on the bed, the soft candlelight flickering nearby.

"It's not a shame you know...you've only been here for what? 6 Weeks? You do get used to it and the rewards are obvious when you see them get up and walk again"

Molly smiled, "I know...there woz this lad in London...welshman...Dylan somebody...Smith I think...he had shellshock...but he recovered, I thought he did...but he didn't wanna come back here...he just wanted to go back home..."

Emily raised her eyebrowes, "You can be shot for that..."

"I know...but he did go back...he was lucky and that..."

Emily loosened her starch collar, "It's hot, don't you think that Summers in France are warmer than England"

Molly shrugged as she placed her letter on the side, "I dont know...I've never been out of England before...I haven't even been out of London till now...sometimes in London, Summers are hard to breathe"

Emily turned and picked up her diary to write, "I'm from Wiltshire, I've never been to London"

Molly laughed out loud, "You aint missing much!"

"You know what Molls...there's this Captain that comes here...he is the most dashing thing you could possibly wish for...such a gentlemen"

Molly pulled a face, "Yeah...in my experience all gents are so far up themselves they talk out of their...", she closed her mouth. Emily was from Wiltshire, she might not be used to coarse words and that.

Emily turned on her side, "they talk out of their backsides? Yes, toffy nosed whatsits always do, and this one is of no exception believe me, but...he's...the way he looks down at you...I think he might like me..."

Molly managed a smile for her, "good for you...as long as you are happy"

"I am...he's coming here next week...hangabout...I think he might be seeing a chap YOU'VE been looking after...Private Ward"

Molly snapped her neck round, "Alfie? He's comin to see Alfie? What's his name this Captain?"

Emily smiled in the candlelight. "Captain James...Captain Charles James..."

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