The Washington herald., 1918-03-15
CHAPTER xxvII-coNTINUED.

The surgeon in our ward was an
American. a Harvard Unit man,
named Frost. We nicknamed him
Jack Frost" He was loved by all.
II Tommy was to be cut up he had
no objection to undergoing the opera
ton II Jack Frost" was to WELD the
knife. Their confidence in him was
pathetic. He was the best sport
have ever met.
One Saturday morning the comman-
dant and some ''high-up" officers
were inspecting the ward, when one
OF the patients who had been wound
ed in the head by a bit Of shrapnel.
fell on the floor in a fit. They brought
him round, and then looked for the
ward orderly to carry the patient
back to his bed at the other end Of
the ward. The orderly was nowhere
to be found-like our policemen, they
never are when needed. The officers
were at loss how to get Palmer into
his bed. DR.. Frost was fidgetGng
around in a nervous manner, when
suddenly with muffled damn and q
few other qualifying adjectives, he
stopped down and took the man in his
arms like a baby-he was no feather
either-and staggered down the ward
with him, put him in bed, and un-
dressed him. A low murmur Of ap-
proval came from the patients. Dr.
Frost got very red and as soon as he
had finished undressing Palmer, hur-
riedly left the ward
The wound in my face had almost
healed and I was a horrible looking
sight-the left cheek twisted into a
knot, the eye pulled down. and my
mouth pointing in a north by north
west direction. was very down.
hearted and could imagine myself dur
ing the rest of my life being Stunned
by all on account OF the repulsive
scar.
DR.. Frost arranged for me to go to
the Cambridge Military Hospital at
Aldershot for a special operation to
try and make the scar presentable.
l arrived at the hospital and got an
awful shock. The food was poor and
the discipline abnormally strict. No
patient was allowed to sit on his bed.
and smoking was permitted only at
certain designated hours. The face
specialist did nothing for me except to
look at the wound. made applica-
tioR for a transfer back to PaIgnton,
Offering to pay my transportation.
This offer was accepted, and after
two weeks absence, once again I ar
rived in Munsey ward, all hope gone.
The next day after my return, DR..
Frost stopped at my bed and said !:
We'll, Empey. IL you want me to
try and see what can do with that
scar. I'll do It, but you are taking
an awful chance"
I answered: well, Doctor, Steve
Brodie took a chance; he halls from
New York and so do t.
Two days after the undertaken squad
carried me to the operating room or
pictures" as we called them because
of the funny films we see under ether,
and the operation was performed. 1t
was a wonderful piece of surgery and
marvellous success. From now on
that doctor can have my shirt.
More than once some poor soldier
has been brought into the ward IN a
dying condition. resulting from loss
Of blood and exhaustion caused by his
long Journey from the trenches. After
an examination the doctor announces
that the only thing that will save
him Is TRANSMISSION of blood. Where
Is the blood to come from? He does
not have to wait long for an answer
several Tommies Immediately volun-
teer their blood for their mate. Three
or four are accepted; a blood test Is
made, and next day the TRANSMISSION
takes place and there Is another pale
face in the ward.
whenever bone Is needed for some
special operation, there are always
men willing to give some-a leg IL
necessary to save some mangIed mate
from being crippled for life. More
than one man will go through life
with another mans blood running
through his veins, or a piece Of his
rib or his shinbone in his own
anatomy. Sometimes he never even
knows the name Of his benefactor.
The spirit Of sacrifice is wonderful.
For all the suffering caused this war
is a blessing to England-it has made
new men of her sons; has welded all
classes into one glorious whole.
And can't. help saying that the
doctors, sisters, and nurses in the Eng
lish hospitals, are angels on earth, I
love them all and can never repay the
care and kindness shown TO me. For
the rest OF my life the Red Cross will
he TO me the symbol OF Faith, Hope