Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1918-09-25

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been hurting for some time. They car
ried the captain out on a stretcher
about the same time, but he died on
the way from loss of blood. Fresh
troops came up to relieve us, but our
men refused to 60, and though official
ly they were not there in the trench,
they stayed until they took the cap
tain away. Then, back to billets-not
bullets, this time. believe that we re-
ceived an army citation for that piece
Of work, but l do not know, as l was
in the hospital for a short time after
ward. do not remember much about
going to the hospital except that the
ambulance made an awful racket going
over the stone-paved streets of Etaples,
and that the bearer who picked up one
end Of my stretcher, had eyes like dead
fish floating on water; also, that there
were some civvies standing around the
entrance as we were being carried in.
The first thing they do in the hos
pital is to take off your old dirty band
ages and slide your stretcher under
big electric magnet. A doctor comes
in and places his hand over your
wound, and they let down the magnet
over his hand and turn on the Juice.
If the shell fragment or bullet in you
is more than seven centimeters deep,
you cannot feel the pain. The first
doctor reports to the chief how deep
your wound Is, and where it is stu
ated, and then a nurse comes up to
you, where you lie, with your clothes
still on. and asks you to take the
"pressure."
Then they lift you on four-wheeled
cart, and roll you to the operating the
alter. They take off your clothes there.
I remember I liked to look at the
nurses and surgeons; they looked so
good in their clean white clothes.
Then they stick hollow needles into
you, which hurt good deal, and you
take the pressure. After a while. they
begin cutting away the bruised and
maybe rotten flesh, removing the old
cloth, pieces Of dirt, and so forth, and
scraping away the splinters of bone.
You think for sure you are going to
bleed to death. The blood rushcs
through you like lightning, and If you
get sight Of yourself, you can feel
yourself turning pale. Then they hurry
you to your bed, and cover you over
with blankets and hot-water bottles.
They raise your bed on chairs, so the
blood will run up toward your head,
and after while, your eyes open and
the doctor says, "Oui, oui, IL vivra, -
meaning that you still had some time
to spend before finally going west.
The treatment we got in the hospital
was great. We received cigarettes, to-
bacco, matches, magazines, and clean
clothes. The men do not talk about
their wounds much, and everybody
tries to be happy and show it. The
food was fine, and there was lots of it.
| 1 do not think there were any doc
tors in the world better than ours, and
they were always trying to make
things easy for US. They did not rip
the dressings off your wounds like
some of the butchers do in some of our
dispensaries that I know of, but took
them of carefully. Everything was
very clean and sanitary, and some OF
the hospitals had sun parlors, which
were we'll used, you can be sure.
Some Of the men made toys and
fancy articles, such as button hooks
and paper knives. They made the
handles from empty shell cases, OF
shrapnel, or pieces Of Zeppelins, o,
anything else picked up along the
front.
When they are getting we'll. the men
learn harness making, mechanical
drawing, telegraphy, gardening, poul
try raising, typewriting, bookkeeping
and the men teach the nurses how tt
make canes out Of shell cases, anG
rings Of aluminium, and slippers anG
gloves out Of blankets.
The nurses certainly work hard
They always have more to do thar
they ought to, but they never complain
and are always cheerful and ready tt
play games when they have the time
or read to some poilu. And their worl
Is pretty dirty too: would not likt
to have to do it. They say there were
lots of French society ladies workin,
as nurses, but you never heard much
about society, or any talk about Lore
Helpus, or Count Whosis, or pink tea!
or anything like that from thes'
nurses.
A few shells landed near our hos
pital, while was there, but no patien
was hit. They knocked a shrine Of Gu
Lady to splinters, though, and bowie.
over big cruciflx. The kitchen wa
near by. and it was just the chefs lucl
that he had walked over to our ware
to see pal Of his, when a shell lande'
plumb In the center of the kitchen
and all you could see all over the bar
racks was stew.
That was regular eatless day 70
US, until they rugged up bogies and go
some more dixies, and mixed up som
cornmeal for US. The chef made u
for it the next day, though. The che
was a great little guy. He was
"blesse" himself, and guess his stom
ach sympathized with ours.
There was Frenchman In the be-
next to me who had the whole side O
his face torn of. He told me he ha
been next to a bomber, who had jus
lit a fuse and did not think it wa
burning fast enough, so he blew on i,
It burned fast enough after that, an
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