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IT was in May, 1916, that Waldo got a severe wound in the right shoulder, which put him out of action for the rest of the war and sent him, after two or three months in a hospital, back to Cragsfoot. He had done very well, indeed distinguished himself rather notably; had fortune been kinder, he might have expected to rise to high rank. The letters which I received-I was far away, and was not at the time able to get leave, even had I felt justified in asking for it-reflected the mingled disappointment, anxiety, and relief, which the end of his military career, the severity of his wound, and his return home-alive, at all events!-naturally produced at Cragsfoot.
Sir Paget wrote seldom and briefly, but with a quiet humor and an incisive touch. Aunt Bertha's letters-especially now that she had only me to write to, and no longer spent the larger part of her epistolary energy on Waldo-were frequent, full, vivid, and chatty. But she was also very discursive; she would sandwich in the Kaiser between the cook and the cabbages, Waldo's wound between Bethmann-Hollweg and Mr.