A war nurse's diary : sketches from a Belgian field hospital . We took over the operation-theatre. We used to make them welcome in the theatre FIRING THE SOIXANTE-QUINZE 67 that battery! Everywhere in the fields in front ofus the earth went up in dense clouds, leaving hillsand holes behind. The little paved avenue in frontof us was a hot place. It was impossible for usto traverse it till they moved their range to anotherspot. The Boches never got that battery, thoughthey nearly got us. After dark they gave up thejob, so we proceeded about half a mile down thelane, where we came to a dilapidate
A war nurse's diary : sketches from a Belgian field hospital . We took over the operation-theatre. We used to make them welcome in the theatre FIRING THE SOIXANTE-QUINZE 67 that battery! Everywhere in the fields in front ofus the earth went up in dense clouds, leaving hillsand holes behind. The little paved avenue in frontof us was a hot place. It was impossible for usto traverse it till they moved their range to anotherspot. The Boches never got that battery, thoughthey nearly got us. After dark they gave up thejob, so we proceeded about half a mile down thelane, where we came to a dilapidated cottage. Outof the darkness we saw staggering soldiers, leaningon each other, flounder into the straw-strewn room. Stretchers arrived constantly, borne by Red-Crossorderlies. We were used to death and dying atour hospital, but here we met despair. Most ofthose lying on that straw were in extremis—nothingcould be done for them, grey ashen faces lookeddully at us, they were mostly too bad to groan. Itis dreadful to be impotent, to stand by grievouslystricken men it is impossible to help, to
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