Field Hospital and Flying Column eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 121 pages of information about Field Hospital and Flying Column.

Field Hospital and Flying Column eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 121 pages of information about Field Hospital and Flying Column.
he lay dying in a little side room off the ward.  The least movement caused him acute agony, even the pillow had to be moved an inch at a time before it could be turned, and it took half an hour to change his shirt.  The doctor had said in the morning he could not last another forty-eight hours.  But if he was alive the next morning he would be put in those horrible springless carts, and jolted, jolted down to the station, taken out and transferred to a shaky, vibrating train, carrying him far away into Germany.

Mercifully he died very peacefully in his sleep that evening, and we were all very thankful that the end should have come a little earlier than was expected.

Late that night came a message that the men were not to start till midday, so we got them all dressed somehow by eleven.  All had had bad nights, nearly all had temperatures, and they looked very poor things when they were dressed; even fat, jolly Adolphe looked pale and subdued.  We had not attempted to do anything with the bad bed cases; if they must go they must just go wrapped up in their blankets.  But we unexpectedly got a reprieve.  A great German chief came round that morning, accompanied by the German doctor and German commandant, and gave the order that the very bad cases were to remain for the present.  I cannot say how thankful we were for this respite and so were the men.  Poor Jules, who was very weak from pain and high temperature, turned to the wall and cried from pure relief.

At 11.30 the patients had their dinner—­we tried to give them a good one for the last—­and then every moment we expected the wagons to come.  We waited and waited till at length we began to long for them to come and get the misery of it over.  At last they arrived, and we packed our patients into it as comfortably as we could on the straw.  Each had a parcel with a little money and a few delicacies our ever-generous Madame D——­ had provided.  It was terrible to think of some of these poor men in their shoddy uniforms, without an overcoat, going off to face a long German winter.

So we said good-bye with smiles and tears and thanks and salutations.  And the springless wagons jolted away over the rough road, and fortunately we had our bad cases to occupy our thoughts.  An order came to prepare at once for some more wounded who might be coming in at any time, so we started at once to get ready for any emergency.  The beds were disinfected and made up with our last clean sheets and pillow-cases, and the wards scrubbed, when there was a shout from some one that they were bringing in wounded at the hospital gate.  We looked out and true enough there were stretchers being brought in.  I went along to the operating theatre to see that all was ready there in case of necessity, when I heard shrieks and howls of joy, and turned round and there were all our dear men back again, and they, as well as the entire staff, were half mad with delight.  They were all so excited, talking at once, one could hardly

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