World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, American
Our men behind the line, even when they are exposed to occasional shell
fire, lead almost normal lives. They eat and sleep and keep fairly
comfortable, even in bad weather. But in the front trenches, it must be
admitted, only the sublime courage and devotion of the men enable them
to endure their surroundings with cheerful fortitude.
They have good food in the front trenches, the men have told me. But
they are sometimes short of water. They sleep in constantly interrupted
snatches. They are wet to the skin and sometimes very cold. They work
hard, and are tormented with the noise, the blasting of bullets, the
shriek of shells. Often when they go over the top they are tired as
dogs, their circulation is sluggish with cold, their bodies are full
of waste products.
The mad excitement of battle is followed by the shock of a wound. Icy
cold grips them. Their pulses stop. They have wound shock. The doctors
now know all this. They have devised, even in the advanced dressing
stations, means of keeping wounded men warm in heated blankets over
alcohol stoves. The hot tea they give the wounded now contains medicine
to counteract the intense acidity of the blood which experiments on
animals revealed as a part of shock.
Now, when a poor shocked wounded man struggles with air hunger, the
doctors can do something for him. A single injection works a miracle.
The struggle ceases immediately. In a few minutes he is asleep. In a
few hours he is smoking a cigarette and joking with the man in the next
bed. Thousands of lives, perhaps those of your son and my son, have
been saved already, because the doctors now know what to do to prevent
most wound shocks, and to cure the favorable cases.
Another thing that has killed thousands in this war is an infection
called gas gangrene. It is unlike any other gangrene known to the
medical world. It is caused by bacteria bred in the mud and filth of
the trenches, and by foreign bodies, bits of cloth and the like which
contaminate wounds.
But the gangrene does not always confine itself to the wound. A man
wounded in the shoulder may first show gangrene in the wound in his
arm. A few days later the gangrene may appear in his legs, and he dies.
The blood is not contaminated; that has been proved. The gangrene just
mysteriously moves around.
The army physicians have got to find out all about this frightful
condition, and how to combat it. They can do it only in a laboratory
and through animal experimentation. Why should we sentimentalize about
it? The animals die, but they suffer little, if at all. Our men suffer
most horribly, and all too often they die.
Remember also that when we send our soldiers out into the hell of
battle, artillery fire, machine guns, bombs, shrapnel, liquid fire,
poison gas, and all the other hideous inventions of German science, we
are subjecting them to vivisection of the worst possible kind.
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