Ambulance no10 : personal letters from the front . no longer look forthem—she died last month., 106 AMERICAN AMBULANCE Perhaps it was that little incident thatmade me appreciate so tremendously thesemessages from home, but when I got intobed last night and lit a candle by my sideto re-read them all, — and when my mo-thers turn came, — I found the link withthat boy and realized how much he haslost and how he must treasure and findcomfort in that little batch of memoriesin his pocket. They too were probablyfull of anxiety for his welfare, full of en-couragement and confidence in his doinghis dut
Ambulance no10 : personal letters from the front . no longer look forthem—she died last month., 106 AMERICAN AMBULANCE Perhaps it was that little incident thatmade me appreciate so tremendously thesemessages from home, but when I got intobed last night and lit a candle by my sideto re-read them all, — and when my mo-thers turn came, — I found the link withthat boy and realized how much he haslost and how he must treasure and findcomfort in that little batch of memoriesin his pocket. They too were probablyfull of anxiety for his welfare, full of en-couragement and confidence in his doinghis duty as a true French womans then my imagination wandered toanother side: — The letters from thefront — the letters of assurance — ofcounsel not to worry — and next, per-haps, the citation — for gallantry — thepride and happiness of those at home. —Finally that most dreaded letter — or thebrief announcement in the list of thoseMort au Champ dHonneur. Are we really living in the twentieth VIEW OF MOSELLE BEHIND MY HOUSE. QUART-EN-RESERVE FIELD SERVICE 107 century after 1900 years of teaching ofsupposed civilization and Christianity? The day before yesterday, after havingmade several trips with wounded, I hada pressing call to Auberge St. the Germans were bombardingas usual, and it was unpleasant. A shellhad landed near a kitchen, killing severaland seriously wounding one soldier. Hehad a hole as big as your fist right throughhis back. There is a chance if you canget him to the operating-room quickly,,I was told — it was eighteen kilometresto the best surgeon; so off dear old and I started on our rush for ! toot! toot! — and even the soldiers,realizing that I had a mans life in mycare, made a clear way in the road ahead— and through village after village, with-out moving the throttle, we sped on andon. Bump, bump, bump, — what did itmatter if I had to shake him about alittle, — he was unconscious, and every 108 AMER
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