The Downfall (La Débâcle): A Story of the Horrors of WarZola, Émile
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The Downfall (La Débâcle): A Story of the Horrors of War
Zola, Émile
Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction
Maurice, who had now become interested in the bearers, watched them
as they searched about in the various folds of the ground. A field
ambulance was being installed behind a bank, at the edge of the
hollow road near by, and the bearers attached to it were beginning to
explore the plateau. A tent was promptly pitched whilst the necessary
_matériel_ was removed from a van waiting on the road. Instruments,
apparatus, and linen were produced--the few things, in fact, that were
requisite for summary dressings pending the despatch of the wounded to
Sedan, whither they were sent as rapidly as could be managed. Vehicles,
however, were already becoming scarce. There were only some assistant
surgeons in charge of the ambulance, and it was more particularly the
bearers who gave proof of a stubborn, inglorious courage. Clad in grey,
with the red cross of Geneva on their caps and their arm-badges, they
could be seen venturing slowly and quietly under the projectiles, as
far as the spots where the soldiers had fallen. They often crawled
along on hands and knees, and endeavoured to take advantage of the
various ditches and hedges, of all the protection that the ground
afforded, never evincing any braggardism in unnecessarily exposing
themselves to peril. As soon as they found any men on the ground their
laborious task began, for many of those who were lying there had simply
fainted, and it was necessary to distinguish the wounded from the
dead. Some men had remained face downwards, and were stifling with
their mouths in pools of blood; others had their throats full of earth,
as though they had bitten the ground; others, again, were lying in a
heap, pell-mell, with their arms and legs contracted and their chests
half crushed. The bearers carefully extricated and picked up those who
were still breathing, stretching their limbs and raising their heads,
which they cleaned as well as they could manage. Each bearer carried a
can of water, in the use of which he was extremely sparing. And one or
another of them would often be seen kneeling on the same spot for many
minutes together, trying to revive some wounded man and waiting for him
to open his eyes.
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