'Nursing Fox' immerses you in the mud, the chaos, the killing machinery, and the air fights of tje Great War.
Jim Ditchfield's novel is a homage to the women who served as nurses on the Western Front. He says, 'Although they performed a crucial role, the nurses of the Australian Army Nursing Service are rarely mentioned in accounts of that conflict'. I felt well read about that war but until now I did not know about the conditions these nurses had to endure. The Casualty Clearing Stations had to be close to the trenches to give the wounded the best chance of survival, and so the doctors, nurses and patients got regularly shelled and bombed.
We follow the fortunes of Lucy Paignton-Fox who has been raised on a cattle station in the Northern Territory. She has studied hard for what was an extraordinary chance for a women in 1914 to train as a doctor. But when Australia follows Britain into the war in Europe, Lucy volunteers to be a nurse in the army.
The nurses work endlessly to save the wounded flowing in from 'stunts' (battles) the names of which are engraved on the war memorials of Australia, New Zealand, Canada and Britain: The Somme, Fromelles, Pozieres, Ypres, Messines, the Menin Road, Passchendaele. Each name represents astonishing numbers of mangled humans.
'There were only 41 men still fighting fit, four walking wounded, one who needed a stretcher. Just 41. The company had been 250 strong when the stunt started'. P.120 John Mitchell's looks over his shattered company.
We are also introduced to John Mitchell of the AIF (Australian Imperial Force) and to Adam Haywood (Royal Flying Corps), and through their eyes are taken into the fighting on the ground and in the air. We are taken through the frentic disorganisation of matters as simple as getting fed, and moving about on the shattered 'roads' (planks laid over mud). As readers we know as little of the ruthless decisions being made by the base-wallahs (staff officers) as do the troops and nurses, but we see the results in a plethora of grim details. It was deemed more important, for instance, to get ammunition to the trenches than boots and coats. (When nurse Fox asks a soldier who is losing his leg to frostbite and infection about Gallipoli he says, ' A bloody fiasco. .. We'd no decent clothes and the rain and blizzards were killers. Some poor buggers froze to death and others drowned when their trenches flooded.' ) The author speaks movingly too of the transport horses and mules killed by artillery or worked to exhaustion.
As the story moves back and forth from the hospitals to the trenches to the air fights, we also learn something of the infantry tactics, the new aeroplanes, and the improvised surgery and medical care. None of this slows the story but instead immerses the reader in it. As for the characters Lucy, Adam and John, who I grew to care about and admire, remember that with the casualty rate of this war the person whose thoughts and hopes you are following could at any time 'buy it'. There is no blaze of glory anywhere, just the endurance of the unbearable by men and women at a time when the best people could hope for was a 'ticket to blighty' (a wound so bad they'll be sent across to England.)
For a gripping account of the service of the nurses in France, and for a carefully researched and engrossing picture of 'The War To End All Wars', I highly recommend Nursing Fox.