My Diary in Serbia: April 1, 1915-Nov. 1, 1915

A young English nurse writes from the front lines of Serbia in the spring of 1915, chronicling the arrival of a fully equipped field hospital under the leadership of Mrs. St. Clair Stobart. The diary opens with the bustle of a convoy departing from England, the careful packing of sixty tents, three hundred beds, X‑ray machines, and cooking stoves, and the hopeful anticipation of reaching a war‑torn countryside. Upon setting up near Kragujevac, the team swiftly organizes wards, operating theatres, mess tents, and sanitation facilities, turning a remote site into a bustling medical hub.

The entries capture the relentless rhythm of caring for wounded soldiers and a terrified civilian population, detailing long hours in the kitchen, the strain of scarce resources, and the camaraderie among doctors, nurses, and orderlies. Readers glimpse the compassion that drives these women as they confront disease, scarcity, and the raw human cost of conflict, all while maintaining a steadfast belief that their work brings relief and hope to a nation in desperate need.