Essex Heroines: Sister Kate Luard

The extracts below are from Kate’s first book ‘Diary of a Nursing Sister on the Western Front 1914-1915’ and are provided for the blog courtesy of Caroline Stevens. Visit and click on BLOG for entries which are posted on the same day as the events of 100 years. You can also read all the extracts which you have missed.

During her time in France, Kate exchanged numerous letters with her family at home in Birch near Colchester. The majority of these letters are held in the Luard archives at the Essex Record Office, Chelmsford.


On August 6, 1914, two days after the British Government declared war on Germany, Kate enlisted in the QAIMNSR (Queen Alexandra’s Imperial Nursing Service Reserve).  During her first year in France and Belgium she serves on the ambulance trains until, on April 2, 1915, she receives movement orders to report to the Officer Commanding at No.4 Field Ambulance. This brings her close to the front line and she refers to this as ‘life at the back of the front’. Here she will also work in an Advanced Dressing Station.

A Field Ambulance was a mobile front line medical unit for treating the wounded before they were moved to a casualty clearing station. Each division would have 3 field ambulances which were made up of 10 officers and 244 men. A field ambulance would include stretcher bearers, nursing orderlies, tented wards, operating theatre, cookhouse, wash rooms and a horsed or motor ambulance.

 The field ambulances set up and supplied Advanced Dressing Stations which were basic care points providing only limited medical treatment and had no holding capacity. The wounded were brought here from Regimental Aid Posts which were only a few metres behind the front line in small spaces such as a support or reserve trench.

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An Advanced Dressing Station in a field

(Wellcome Library, London)

April 2nd, 1915. Good Friday

So hell became heaven and here I am at railhead waiting for a motor ambulance to take me and my baggage there.

11 A.M.  Had an interesting drive here through a village packed with men billeted in barns and empty houses–the usual aeroplane buzzing overhead, and a large motor ambulance convoy by the wayside. We are in the town itself, and the building is labelled No.4 Field Ambulance Dressing Station for Officers.

Still Good Friday, 10pm. (Kate spends a luxurious night in Maire’s Château where Generals and officers are usually billeted.)

April 3rd, 1915. Easter Eve, 10 P.M.

Have been on duty all day. They [the wounded] are nearly all evacuated in a few days, so you are always getting a fresh lot in.I found my own new billet this morning before going on duty; it is a very old little house over a shop in a street off the big Place. It is a sort of attic, and I am not dead sure whether it is clean on top and lively underneath, but time will show.

April 7th, 1915. In bed, 10.30 P.M.

We are busy all day admitting and evacuating officers. A very nice Brigade-Major came in, in the night, with a shell wound in the shoulder. This morning a great jagged piece was dug out, with only a local anaesthetic, he stuck it like a brick, humming a tune when it became unbearable and gripping on to my hand.

I was off at 5pm and went to Beuvry, the village two and a half miles away that was shelled last week; it is about half-way to the trenches from here. Met and passed an unending stream of khaki, the men marching back from their four days in the trenches, and all steadily trudging on with the same coating of mud from head to foot, packs and rifles carried anyhow, and the Trench Look which can never be described, and which is grim to the last degree. Each lot had a tail of limping stragglers. They said they’d had a very “rough” night last night – pouring rain – water up to their knees, and standing to all night expecting an attack which didn’t come off; but some mines had been exploded meant for their trench but luckily they only got smothered instead of blown to bits.

April 10th, 1915. 10.30pm.

It is difficult to settle down to sleep to-night: the sky is lit up with flashes and star shells, and every now and then a big bang shakes the house, above the almost continuous thud, thudding, and barking of the machine-guns and the crackling of rifle firing; they are bringing in more to-day, both here and at the hospice.

April 16th, 1915

This afternoon I saw a soldier’s funeral, which I have never seen before. He was shot in the head yesterday, and makes the four hundred and eleventh British soldier buried in this cemetery. The French gravedigger told me there was another to be buried this afternoon. It was very impressive and moving, the Union Jack on the coffin (a thin wooden box) on the waggon, and a firing party, and about a hundred men and three officers and the Padre. It was a clear blue sky and sunny afternoon. The graves are dug trenchwise, very close together, practically all in one continuous grave, each with a marked cross.

April 26th, 1915. 11 P.M.

We have been admitting, cutting the clothes off, dressing and evacuating a good many   to-day. There is a great noise going on to-night, snapping and popping, and crackling   of rifle firing and machine guns, with the roar of our 9.2’s every few minutes.


Tales from the Great War – Essex Yeomanry

“A letter has been received from Capt. Percy Holt, Porter’s Hall, Stebbing, who is serving with the Essex Yeomanry at the front, stating that the Yeomanry have received their baptism of fire in Flanders, and did credit to themselves and their regiment. On Sunday the Essex Yeomanry were in action in the trenches east of Ypres. The “A” Squadron lost one man and had fourteen wounded.

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Sergt.-Major Driver, of the Essex Yeomanry, son of Councillor Driver, writing to his wife at Chelmsford, tells how his regiment got up into the firing line. “We left our billets,” he says, “in motor ‘buses for the trenches. When within three miles of the firing line we alighted and had to march. It was very dark, especially on going through some woods. Shrapnel was flying about all round. I slept that night in a dug-out, which I shared with Mr Gilbey. We felt like cave dwellers, but the dug-out, being on a hill, was dry, and, having a fire in it, we were fairly comfortable. We had to be careful, however, of the enemy’s snipers, who get very lively at daylight and pick off anybody they can. They are sometimes located by periscope, but on this occasion we had no luck. Next night we spent in the reserve trenches. We were all right till some men carried ammunition to the firing line, when several were wounded by shrapnel, two seriously. I am quite all right.””

The articles were published in The Essex Newsman on 20 February 1915.

The 1/1st Essex Yeomanry formed part of 8th Cavalry Brigade of 3rd Cavalry Division, together with the Royal Horse Guards and the 10th (Prince of Wales’s) Royal Hussars. “A” Squadron were the first element of the regiment to deploy in the trenches near Zillebeke on 3 February, under the command of the Royal Horse Guards. “B” Squadron relieved “A” on the night of 8/9 February, who were in turn relieved by “C” Squadron at 3 o’clock on the morning on 12 February. All elements of the regiment returned to their billets at Blaringhem by 14 February.

Information courtesy of Andy Smerdon

Last Poppy Exhibition now at Chelmsford Museum

We are pleased to announce that the ‘Now The Last Poppy Has Fallen’ exhibition, along with added artefacts, will be on display at Chelmsford Museum from April 3rd – May 31st. This will also be the first opportunity to show off the artwork produced by the pupils of Chelmer Valley High as part of the project. Entry is free and venue address is Oaklands House, Moulsham Street, Chelmsford CM2 9AQ t 01245 605700 chelmsford museum