I live in the village where long ago Kate's father was Rector, so I can relate to these writings. They are a remarkable family, some 13 children and several with very distinguished careers. Quite unusual for women then. I've read the Diary, and these Letters serve to endorse the Diary. A really brilliant record of life and death.(if brilliant's the right word. I think so, as she tells it how it was, she illuminates her experiences in the light of hope, not as an unbearable catalogue of horror or a catalogue of facts) One can only marvel at Kate's calm authority, and wonder how her sheer humanity and care for others survived intact through such events. She was, of course, in her early forties in 1914, with war experience, but even so.... This one you have to read. Her gravestone is in another village, not imposing, about 2 foot high with her name on it; she did not see herself as 'special'. That accolade was reserved for those she helped.