On arrival in England I learned that Gokhale had been stranded in Paris where he had gone for reasons of health, and as communication between Paris and London had been cut off, there was no knowing when he would return. I did not want to go home without having seen him, but no one could say definitely when he would arrive. What then was I to do in the meanwhile? What was my duty as regards the war? Sorabji Adajania, my comrade in jail and a Satyagrahi, was then reading for the bar in London. As one of the best Satyagrahis he had been sent to England to qualify himself as a barrister, so that he might take my place on return to South Africa. Dr. Pranjivandas Mehta was paying his expenses. With him, and through him, I had conferences with Dr. Jivraj Mehta and others who were prosecuting their studies in England. In consultation with them, a meeting of the Indian residents in Great Britain and Ireland was called. I placed my views before them. I felt that Indians residing in England ought to do their bit in the war.
English students had volunteered to serve in the army, and Indians might do no less. A number of objections were taken to this line of argument. There was, it was contended, a world of difference between the Indians and the English. We were salves and they were masters. How could a slave co-operate with the master in the hour of the latter’s need? Was it not the duty of the slave, seeking to be free, to make the master’s need his opportunity?
This argument failed to appeal to me then. I knew the difference of status between an Indian and an Englishman, but I did not believe that we had been quite reduced to slavery. I felt then that it was more the fault of individual British officials than of the British system, and that we could convert them by love. If we would improve our status through the help and co-operation of the British, it was our duty to win their help by standing by them in their hour of need. Though the system was faulty, it did not seem to me to be intolerable, as it does today. But if having lost my faith in the system, I refuse to co-operate with the British Government today, how could those friends then do so, having lost their faith not only in the system but in the officials as well? The opposing friends felt that was the hour for making a bold declaration of Indian demands and for improving the status of Indians. I thought that England’s need should not be turned into our opportunity and that it was more becoming and far-sighted not to press our demands while the war lasted. I, therefore, adhered to my advice and invited those who would enlist as volunteers. There was a good response, practically all the provinces and all the religions being represented among the volunteers. I wrote a letter to Lord Crewe, acquainting him with these facts, and expressing our readiness to be trained for ambulance work if that should be considered a condition precedent to the acceptance of our offer. Lord Crewe accepted the offer after some hesitation and thanked us for having tendered our services to the Empire at that critical hour. The volunteers began their preliminary training in first aid to the wounded under the well-known Dr Cantlie.
It was a short course of six weeks, but it covered the whole course of first aid. We were a class of about 80. In six weeks we were examined, and all except one passed. For these, the Government now provided military drill and other training. Colonel Baker was placed in charge of this work. London in these days was a sight worth seeing. There was no panic, but all were busy helping to the best of their ability. Able-bodied adults began training as combatants, but what were the old, the infirm and the women to do? There was enough work for them if they wanted. So they employed themselves in cutting and making clothes and dressings for the wounded. The Lyceum, a ladies club, undertook to make as many clothes for the soldiers as they could. Shrimati Sarojini Naidu was a member of this club and threw herself wholeheartedly into the work.
This was my first acquaintance with her. She placed before me a heap of clothes that had been cut to pattern and asked me to get them all sewn up and return them to her. I welcomed her demand and with the assistance of friends got as many clothes made as I could manage during my training for first aid. ~ MY PART IN THE WAR