A flying fighter; an American above the lines in France . days Iwould have to undergo another operation. The next time I came to my senses I hadbeen operated upon, but found that I couldneither hear, see, nor talk. I was very weak,and seemed unable to think rationally. Theslightest effort I made at reasoning causedsome of the factors which I wished to bringinto relation with one another to recede frommy grasp. With my senses of sight and hear-ing gone, I had to rely entirely upon my senseof touch. I could feel the nurses doing thingsaround my bed, but aside from that no exter-nal impressions c
A flying fighter; an American above the lines in France . days Iwould have to undergo another operation. The next time I came to my senses I hadbeen operated upon, but found that I couldneither hear, see, nor talk. I was very weak,and seemed unable to think rationally. Theslightest effort I made at reasoning causedsome of the factors which I wished to bringinto relation with one another to recede frommy grasp. With my senses of sight and hear-ing gone, I had to rely entirely upon my senseof touch. I could feel the nurses doing thingsaround my bed, but aside from that no exter-nal impressions came to me. I tried to makethem understand what I wanted, but such ef-forts were unavailing. I supposed nobodycould understand the feeble movements of myJiands. Though the care that was given meseemed to be a matter of routine, it was,nevertheless, ample. For two weeks that continued. My bedhad meanwhile been placed against the wallin a ward known as the Turner Ward. I feltthat windows and doors had been openedfor the purpose of airing the room. Sud-196. HELMET WORN BY AUTHOR WHENWOUNDED IN THE BATTLE OFTHE SOMME, JULY 2, I916 INSIDE OUT, SHOWING WHEREPIECES WENT IN, AND BLOOD
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