The Wounded

In the First World War there were more casualties than in the Second. Almost every evening the wounded arrived at Brighton Station from Newhaven Harbour. Once I stood in Queen's Road and the ambulances, which were garaged at what is now the casino, were taking them off to the hospitals. Many of these were requisitioned buildings in Brighton and Hove and were in addition to the county hospitals. There were a great many stretcher cases and the people used to give them a cheer as they went by.
Ernie Mason - A Working Man

Dad had been badly wounded in the First World War. His face and legs were peppered with shrapnel and his lungs were full of the noxious mustard gas from the fields of Flanders. He was still a young man when he was invalided out of the army, but he knew that he would never become an old man.
Sheila Winter - Mouslecoomb Memories

At the end of 1917 my father was sent to a hospital in Scotland, having got in the way of some shrapnel in Armentieres. He was unconscious for two weeks and was sent to a special hospital for head injuries, near Glasgow. My mother was informed and advised to visit and so she took me with her.

I still remember getting on a night train at Euston Station and stepping over mud-stained and exhausted soldiers, with full kit, lying in the carriages and corridors. They were too tired to move, even if you trod on them while trying to find a toilet on the dimly lit train!
Majory Batchelor - A life behind bars