The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1918-06-13
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He nodded TO the sergeant, who dis
appeared, and I'll be darned If he
didn't return with a glass of ale. l
could only open my mouth about a
quarter Of an inch, but 1 got away with
every drop of that ale. 1t tasted just
like Blighty, and that is heaven to
Tommy.
The doctor said something to an or
derby. the only word / could catch was
"chlor"form." then they put some kind
of an arrangement over my nose and
mouth and it was me for dreamland.
When l opened my eyes l was lying
on a s%tretcher, In a low wooden
building. Everywhere / looked l saw
rows of Tommies on stretchers, some
dead to the world, and the rest with
flags in their mouths.
The main topic of their conversation
was Blighty. Nearly all had a grin ON
their faces, except those who didn't
have enough face left to grin with. u
grinned with my. right eye, the other
was bandaged.
Stretcher-bearers came in and be-
! sun " Ill lhC 1Olllllto OuLSluts 4Ou
could hear the chug of the engines in
the waiting ambulances.
/ was put into an ambulance with
three others and away we went for an
eighteen-mile ride.
/ was on a bottom stretcher. The
lad right across from me was smashed
up something horrible.
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Royal Irish rifles, while across from
him was a Scotchman.
We had gone about three miles when
/ heard the death-rattle in the throat
of the man opposite. He had gone to
rest across the Great Divide. l think
at the time l envied him.
The man of the Royal Irish rifles
had had his left foot blown off, the
jolting of the ambulance over the
rough road had loosened up the band
ages on his foot, and had started it
bleeding again. This blood raE down
the side of the stretcher and started
dripping. l was lying on my back, too
weak to move, and the dripping of this
blood got me in my unbandaged right
eye. 1 closed my eye and pretty soon
could not open the lid; the blood had
CONCEALED and closed Ii, as If 1t we're
glued down.
An English girl dressed In khaki was
her on the seat was a corporal of the
r. A. NJ. c., They kept up a running
conversation about BNghty which al
most wrecked my nerves; pretty
loon from the stretcher above me, the
Irishman became aware of the fact
that the bandage from his foot had be-
come loose; 1t must have panied him
horribly. because he yelled In a loud
voice:
IF you don't stop this bloody death
wagon and fix this d bandage on
my foot, / will get out and walk"
The gtrl on the seat turned around
and in a sympathetic voice asked.
poor fellow, are you very badly
woundedT"
The Irishman. at this question, let
out a howl Of indignation and an
swered. Am 1 very badly wounded.
what bloody cheek no, I'm not wound
ed, I've only been kicked by a canary
bird"
The ambulance Immediately stopped.
and the corporal came TO the rear and
fixed him up, and also washed out my
right eye. I was too weak TO thank
him, but 1t was a great relief. Then
| must have become unconscious, be-
cause when l regained my senses, the
ambulance was at a standstill, and my
stretcher was being removed from II.
1t was night, lanterns were flashing
here and there, and l could see stretch
er-bearers hurrying to and fro. Then
l was carried into a hospital train.
The inside of this train looked like
heaven to me, just pure white, and we
met u first Red Cross nurses; we
thought they were angels. And they
were.
Nice little soft hunks and clean.
white sheets.
A Red Cross nurse sat beside me
during the whole ride which lasted
three hours. She was holding my
wrist; / thought / had made q hit, and
tried to tell her how / got wounded.
but she would put her finger to her lips
and say, "Yes, l know, but you mustn't
talk now, try to go to sleep. itll do you
good, doctors orders" Later on /
learned that she was taking my pulse
every few minutes, as l was very weak
from the loss of blood and they ex-
pected me to snuff 1t, but l didn't.
From the train we went into ambu-
lances for a short ride to the hospital
ship Panama. Another palace and more
angels. / don't remember the trip
across the channel.
l opened my eyes; l was being car
ried on a stretcher through lanes of
people. some cheering, some waving
flags, and others crying. The flags We're
Union Jacks, / was In Southampton.
Blighty at last. My stretcher was
strewn with flowers. cigarettes. and