The Glenwood post., 1918-07-13

and feigned sleep. The matron stood
talking In low tones to the night nurse
and fell asleep.
When I awoke in the morning the
night sister, an American, was bending
over me. An awful sight met my eyes,
The coverlet on the Ned and the sheets
were mass Of mud and green slime.
She was a good sport all right, and
hustled to get clean clothes and sheets
SO that no one would get wise, but "on
her own she gave me a good tongue
lashing but did not report me. One of
the Canadians in the ward described
her as being "a Jake of a good fel-
low"
Next visiting day I had an awful
time explaining to my visitor why I
had not met her at the appointed time
and place.
And for n week every time I passed
patient he would call, "Well, well,
here's the Yank. Hope you are feel
ing well, old top"
The surgeon in our ward was an
American, Harvard unit man, named
Frost. We nicknamed him "Jack
Frost" He was loved by all. If
Tommy was to be cut up he had no OBJ
lection to undergoing the operation If
lack Frost" was to WELD the knife,
Their confidence in him was pathetic.
he was the best sport / have ever met,
One Saturday morning the command
ant and some 'high up" officers were
inspecting the ward, when one of the
patients who had been wounded in the
head by bit of shrapnel. fell on the
floor in 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 or
derly was nowhere to be found-like
our policemen, they never are when
needed. The officers were at a loss
how to get Palmer into his bed. Doc
tor Frost was idgeting around in a
nervous manner, when suddenly with
muffied "d-n" and 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 undressed him. A low
murmur Of approval came from the pa
tients. Doctor Frost got very red, and
as soon as he had finished undressing
Palmer, hurriedly left the ward.
The wound in my face had almost
healed and was a notwithstanding
sight-the left cheek twisted into a
knot, the eye pulled down, and my
mouth pointing in q north by north
west direction. was very downheart-
ed and could imagine myself during
the rest of my life being Stunned by
all on account Of the repulsive scar.
Doctor Frost arranged for me to go
to the Cambridge Military hospital at
Aldershot for a special operation to
try and make the scar presentable.
I arrived at the hospital and got an
awful shock. The food was poor and
the discipline abnormally strict. No
and smoking was permitted only at
certain designated hours. The face
specialist did nothing for me except
to look at the wound. made appli-
cation for a transfer back to Paignton,
offering to pay my transportation.
This offer was accepted, and after two
weeks absence, once agAin I arrived
In Munsey ward, all hope gone.
The next day after my return Doc
tor Frost stopped at my bed and said:
swell, Empey, II you want me to try
and see what I can do with that scar
I'll do 1t, but you are taking an awful
chance"
answered: 'well, doctor, Steve
Brodie took q chance: he halls from
New York and 20 do L"
Two days after the undertaken
squad carried me to the operating
room or "pictures," as We called them
because Of the funny Aims we see un-
der ether. and the operation was per-
formed. It was a wonderful -
surgery and a marvellous success.
From now on that doctor can have my
shirt.
More than once some poor soldier
has been brought into the ward In q
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 a TRANSMISSION Of blood. Where is
the blood to come from7 He does not
have to wait long for an answer-sev-
eral Tommies Immediately volunteer
their blood for their mate. Three or
four are accepted; blood test is
made, and next day the transfusion
takes place and there u another pale
face IN the ward.
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