Friends of France; . row themselves down ex-hausted, with blood trickling from their loose bandagesinto the straw. They have all the mud and sunburnof their trench life upon them — a bundle of heavy,shapeless clothes — always the faded blue of theircurrent uniform — and a pair of hobnailed boots, veryexpressive of fatigue. They smell of sweat, camp-firesmoke, leather, and tobacco — all the same, whetherthe man be a peasant or a professor of , perhaps from loss of blood, or nervousshock, their teeth chatter. They are all very subduedin manner. One is struck by their apparen
Friends of France; . row themselves down ex-hausted, with blood trickling from their loose bandagesinto the straw. They have all the mud and sunburnof their trench life upon them — a bundle of heavy,shapeless clothes — always the faded blue of theircurrent uniform — and a pair of hobnailed boots, veryexpressive of fatigue. They smell of sweat, camp-firesmoke, leather, and tobacco — all the same, whetherthe man be a peasant or a professor of , perhaps from loss of blood, or nervousshock, their teeth chatter. They are all very subduedin manner. One is struck by their apparent freedomfrom pain. With the severely wounded, brought inon stretchers, it is occasionally otherwise. If it isdifficult to differentiate between man and man amongthe sitting cases, it is still more so with the ly-ing. Here there is a blood-stained shape under acoat or a blanket, a glimpse of waxy skin, a mass ofbandage. When the uniform is gray, men sayBoche and draw round to look. Then one sees the 158 cowo^. EVACUATING A HOSPITAL
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