Finding Themselves: The Letters of an American Amy Chief Nurse in the British Hospital in FranceStimson, Julia C. (Julia Catherine)
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Finding Themselves: The Letters of an American Amy Chief Nurse in the British Hospital in France
Stimson, Julia C. (Julia Catherine)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Hospitals; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
That very day we were given an hour’s warning in getting our next team
off for a Clearing Station. The people had been designated but they
were not packed. You never saw any woman packed in more double-quick
time than our dear nurse was. We have been a bit worried about her ever
since she left, for disquieting reports of great activity in her
vicinity have been coming to us every day since she left. She has six
good American men to look after her, which is a comforting thought to
us.
That day patients began to pour in upon us. We were told to be prepared
to receive unlimited numbers. Well, they have been coming. Day before
yesterday we operated on fifty cases, yesterday fifty-one, to-day they
had seventy-three scheduled. I have just been down on the lines and to
the operating-room. You would not believe me if I told you how that
place looks. They have at least forty more cases to operate on to-night.
Both the day and the night shifts of nurses are there, but the day shift
promises to go up in an hour. As more convoys are due to-night, there
may be even more to be operated upon than are scheduled. The doctors are
about dead. They are working in shifts as much as they can. The
stretcher-bearers are dead tired, but as cheerful as monkeys. I was just
at the “Point,” where ambulances are loaded and unloaded, and a convoy
of stretcher cases was just going out to be shipped to England, I think.
Our American boys were jollying the Tommies who were on the stretchers,
and it all sounded so cheerful.
It is not so cheerful when the convoys come in. Last night we had a
convoy come in that seemed to be all D. I. cases, many were too badly
off to be operated on. It still makes one sick at the stomach to read on
a man’s card: “Gun-shot wound, face, chest and right arm, amputation
both legs.” Major Fischel has just been in to say that since there must
be two hundred “walking wounded” ready to go out by ten A.M. he wants to
know if I can have nurses to help dress their wounds early in the
morning. I said “Yes, if he meant by early, 7:30” because I wanted the
nurses to have something to eat before the start. Seven-thirty will do,
so 200 walkers who came in to-day will have fresh dressings put on their
injuries and be ready to be shipped along at ten.
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