The Red Glutton: With the German Army at the FrontCobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
History
The Red Glutton: With the German Army at the Front
Cobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Western Front; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
Because of this law, which might not be broken or amended, these
wounded men would, perforce, spend several days aboard train before
they could expect to reach the base hospitals upon German soil,
Maubeuge being at considerably less than midway of the distance between
starting point and probable destination. Altogether the trip might last
a week or even two weeks--a trip that ordinarily would have lasted less
than twelve hours. Through it these men, who were messed and mangled
in every imaginable fashion, would wallow in the dirty matted straw,
with nothing except that thin layer of covering between them and the
car floors that jolted and jerked beneath them. We knew it and they
knew it, and there was nothing to be done. Their wounds would fester
and be hot with fever. Their clotted bandages would clot still more
and grow stiffer and harder with each dragging hour. Those who lacked
overcoats and blankets--and some there were who lacked both--would half
freeze at night. For food they would have slops dished up for them at
such stopping places as this present one, and they would slake their
thirst on water drawn from contaminated wayside wells and be glad of
the chance. Gangrene would come, and blood poison, and all manner of
corruption. Tetanus would assuredly claim its toll. Indeed, these
horrors were already at work among them. I do not tell it to sicken my
reader, but because I think I should tell it that he may have a fuller
conception of what this fashionable institution of war means--we could
smell this train as we could smell all the trains which followed after
it, when it was yet fifty yards away from us.
Be it remembered, furthermore, that no surgeon accompanied this
afflicted living freightage, that not even a qualified nurse traveled
with it. According to the classifying processes of those in authority
on the battle lines these men were lightly wounded men, and it was
presumed that while en route they would be competent to minister to
themselves and to one another. Under the grading system employed by
the chief surgeons a man, who was still all in one piece and who
probably would not break apart in transit, was designated as being
lightly wounded. This statement is no attempt upon my part to indulge
in levity concerning the most frightful situation I have encountered
in nearly twenty years of active newspaper work; it is the sober,
unexaggerated truth.
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