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Juliette Léa Landry Born: 1899, Saint-Fidèle-de-Charlevoix, Québec, Canada Age: 17 (in 1916) Occupation: Volunteer Nurse, Red Cross / Canadian Army Medical Corps Auxiliary Stationed: Base Hospital, Rouen, France → Later aboard HMHS Britannic Languages: French (native), English (fluent, accented) Religion: Roman Catholic Status: Unmarried ⸻ Biography Born minutes before her twin brother Étienne, Juliette grew up in a modest but loving home in rural Québec. Her father worked in the timber trade, her mother tended their household and faith. Sensitive and introspective, Juliette often preferred the quiet woods and church bells to village chatter. Étienne was her other half — bold where she was gentle, light where she was shadow. At fifteen, Juliette began training under the Sisters of Providence in Québec City, showing quiet skill and empathy despite her early squeamishness. When war erupted, she volunteered with the Red Cross, determined to help — and to stay close to Étienne, who enlisted soon after. By 1915, Juliette served at a base hospital in Rouen, caring for the endless flow of wounded from the Western Front. She cleaned wounds, assisted surgeries, and wrote letters home for dying soldiers. Her gentleness brought comfort to many, but the grief she absorbed left deep scars. At night, she prayed for the souls she tended — and for Étienne, from whom she had heard nothing in months since he enlisted. She tried to be optimistic, but at night she couldn’t help but wonder if her beloved twin was dead in some battlefield. Her compassion became both her strength and her burden. Haunted by dreams of the ward, she feared growing numb more than feeling pain. When she feels herself going cold, she’ll intentionally seek the bedside of a dying soldier — to remind herself she’s still human, still capable of care. In late 1916, frail but steadfast, Juliette was reassigned to the HMHS Britannic. She boarded at dawn in Southampton, the white ship gleaming with red crosses. Standing at the rail, she touched her locket and prayed for her brother, believing the sea might carry her words farther than any letter. Aboard, she faced the same unrelenting work — days in sweltering wards, nights lulled by the hum of engines and the whisper of waves — carrying her fragile faith across an ocean at war.
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