The Soul of the Soldier: Sketches from the Western Battle-FrontTiplady, Thomas
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The Soul of the Soldier: Sketches from the Western Battle-Front
Tiplady, Thomas
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, English
We were carried from our regiments to the hospital in ambulance cars.
I, and several others, had trench fever. Some were suffering from gas
poisoning. One lovely boy--for he was nothing more--was near to death
with "mustard" gas. The doctor at the Dressing Station had opened a
vein and bled him of a pint of blood. It was the only hope of saving
him. But as the car bumped over the rough roads and the gas in his
lungs grew more suffocating he almost despaired of reaching the hospital
alive. Others were wounded; and one had appendicitis. After a period
in hospital, during which we were honored with a visit by General Byng,
it was decided that we should go to the Base. We lay down on
stretchers, and orderlies carried us to the waiting cars. At the
station we were lifted into the hospital train. The racks had been
taken down and stretchers put in their places. These were reserved for
the "lying cases." The "sitting cases" occupied the seats--one to each
corner. It was afternoon and as soon as the train began to move tea was
served. The train sped on and, about sun-set, a most excellent dinner
was provided by the orderlies on board.
It was the time of the new moon. "Keep the window open," said one, "it
is unlucky to see the new moon through glass, and we need all the good
luck we can get," and he avoided looking through the glass until he had
seen the moon through the open window. We chatted, read our magazines,
or slept--just as we felt inclined. The night wore on and at about two
o’clock we reached Rouen. Cars rushed us to one of the Red Cross
hospitals. A doctor slipped out of bed, examined our cards, decided in
which wards we should be put, and orderlies led or carried us thither.
A nurse showed each of us to his room. We were got to bed and another
nurse brought some tea. Next morning we were examined and put down for
removal across the Channel.
The nurses are radiant as sunshine, and diffuse a spirit of merriment
throughout the hospital. It was a pure joy to be under their care. At
three o’clock the following morning, without previous warning, a nurse
came and awakened us. We had half an hour to dress. Another nurse then
came round with a dainty breakfast. We were then put into cars and
taken to the hospital train. It left as dawn was breaking, and we were
on our way to "Blighty." We had a comfortable journey and reached Havre
about nine. Orderlies carried us on board ship and we were taken to our
cots. Breakfast was served immediately. We felt a huge content; and
hoped to be across by night. But the ship remained by the quay all day.
In the evening it moved out of the harbor and lay near its mouth.
Towards midnight it slipped its anchor and headed for home.
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