Antwerp to Gallipoli: A Year of the War on Many Fronts—and Behind ThemRuhl, Arthur
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Antwerp to Gallipoli: A Year of the War on Many Fronts—and Behind Them
Ruhl, Arthur
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
"We called that man 'professor,'" said the nurse. "He was a teacher of
some sort. There was a boy here at the same time, a Pole, but he could
speak English: just out of the university--Cracow, I think. He was in
Serbia, and was shot through the temple; he lost the sight of both
eyes."
Several in the Serbian fighting had struck river mines. One, who had
been ordered to proceed across the River Save near Sabac, remarked that
he was "told afterward" they had struck a floating mine and that seven
were killed and thirteen wounded. The Serbian campaign was not
pleasant. The Serbians do not hold up their hands, as the big,
childlike Russians sometimes seem to have done. They fight as long as
they can stand. Then there was disease and lack of medical supplies and
service. '"They came in covered with mud and with fractures done up with
twigs--just as they had been dressed on the field. Sometimes a
fractured hip would be bound with a good-sized limb from a tree reaching
all the way from the man's feet to his waist."
Yet the wonder is what nature and the tough constitutions of these young
men will do with intelligent help. We came to what they call a "face
case." "Wounded November 4 in Galicia by rifle-fire on right side of
face and right hand; dressed by comrade, then lost consciousness until
arrived here. ('He probably means,' explained the nurse, 'that he was
delirious and didn't realize the time.') Physical examination--right
side of face blown away; lower jaw broken into several pieces, extending
to left side; teeth on lower jaw loose; part of upper jaw gone, and
tongue exposed. Infected. Operated--several pieces of lower jaw
removed and two pieces wired together in front."
From the desk drawer the nurse picked out several photographs--X-ray
pictures of little round shrapnel bullets embedded in flesh, of bone
splintered by rifle-bullets and shot through the surrounding flesh as if
they had been exploded; one or two black feet cut off above the ankles;
one of a group of convalescents standing on the hospital steps.
"There he is," she said, pointing-to a man with a slightly crooked jaw--
the man whose history we had just read. "We saved it. It isn't such a
bad face, after all."
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