. War scences I shall never forget. ed out forthe rear. I went with the young wounded Belgianofficer to visit this new English barracks 80 War Scenes I Shall Never Forget hospital. It was a model. The head nurse,neat and trim as though she had stepped outfrom a private case, showed us around. Theoperating room was perfect, three operationsgoing on at once. I stopped to watch theextraction of a bullet. Such sights werealways horrible, but the consciousness thatthe man was temporarily out of pain underthe ansesthetic made it much easier thanlooking on when the dressings were saw the kitc
. War scences I shall never forget. ed out forthe rear. I went with the young wounded Belgianofficer to visit this new English barracks 80 War Scenes I Shall Never Forget hospital. It was a model. The head nurse,neat and trim as though she had stepped outfrom a private case, showed us around. Theoperating room was perfect, three operationsgoing on at once. I stopped to watch theextraction of a bullet. Such sights werealways horrible, but the consciousness thatthe man was temporarily out of pain underthe ansesthetic made it much easier thanlooking on when the dressings were saw the kitchens, the storerooms, theregular wards where the men lay in neatwhite cots, and finally the receiving was not nice. Some seventy-fi:vewounded had just arrived. Most of themwere still in their uniforms, lying on cotscovered with blankets, or on the very stretch-ers that brought them. The only sounds inthe long narrow room were muffled groans,an occasional curse, and now and then alouder cry from some poor soul, even though. >G enO K War Scenes I Shall Never Forget 31 he was being handled by nurse and surgeonas gently as possible. As we entered thedoor it seemed as if every eye was turned inour direction, and every eye was full of pain,almost the kind of look you would see comefrom a silent suffering animal. At my veryfeet lay a six-foot stalwart Englishman, hisclothes caked with mud, his beard and haira tangled mat. He was doing his best toendure, but in spite of himself his head andarms thrashed about, he gripped the sidesof the stretcher, he jerked the blanket whichcovered him and disclosed one leg from thehip down, a mangled mass of clothes, bloodand flesh. Another, a boy of about eighteen,sat on the edge of his cot with a face likechalk and his breath coming in quick gasps,while a doctor was hurriedly stuffing a great,round, red hole in his back with what seemedlike yards of the gauze packing the womenin America are making. Another one sat 32 War Scenes I Shall
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