. A green tent in Flanders. ap-parently being made along the Dunkirkroad to meet a possible advance. But weneed not worry. While here Organization,alive to emergencies, set afoot a reliefexpedition stretching through various handsto Washington, and back directly to ourfield. Our lightest call will make thewires hum! To be forewarned is to be fore-armed. February 14. At midnight, after an ominously unusualsilence, there is a long chain of terrificexplosions; then a pause and three moreexplosions; another pause and explosionafter explosion, dying away along the line. A GREEN TENT IN FLANDERS 105
. A green tent in Flanders. ap-parently being made along the Dunkirkroad to meet a possible advance. But weneed not worry. While here Organization,alive to emergencies, set afoot a reliefexpedition stretching through various handsto Washington, and back directly to ourfield. Our lightest call will make thewires hum! To be forewarned is to be fore-armed. February 14. At midnight, after an ominously unusualsilence, there is a long chain of terrificexplosions; then a pause and three moreexplosions; another pause and explosionafter explosion, dying away along the line. A GREEN TENT IN FLANDERS 105 until there is nothing but a distant of it all eighteen newcomers arebrought in, some of them very bad of these men had been sitting round afire in their colonels quarters when a shellcame through the roof and burst, killingtwo and wounding the other four. A big batch of orderlies inoculated againsttyphoid are on the sick list, and the grum-bling list, too. Every sound pair of legs hasdouble work to THE SMILE February 15. In Ward I, Jean Magnard lies dying. Tchou-tchou, tchou . . sighs thepain through his lips. It is one of thosecases—wounds in the shoulder, side, andthigh—for which they have not known whatfirst to do. They have cut off the right leg atthe hip but have not stopped the gangrene,the smell of which by now is suffocating. We all know it to be a question of is a middle-aged man, a territorial, witha lean body and a fine, rough-hewn face,the high sallow cheek bones dropping in 196 A GREEN TENT IN FLANDERS 197 angular lines down to the chin where blacl;and white bristles grow in desolate isolationor in no less desolate scant little groups^The lank, iron-gray hair falls in limp streaksover the lined forehead. The small, keeneyes open sometimes in acknowledgment ofany little service or in moments of alleviatedpain. The thin voice shapes words fromtime to time, mostly unfamiliar names; butas evening comes on even these fail and atint
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