Out of the terribleness of the field dressing stations, they forged a friendship that went beyond her nurse’s uniform, and his army doctor’s rank.
Delirious soldiers begged to have shell-blasted limbs remain; she held their hands, and soothed them, while he rationed out medicine by saw blade. She gave his precision humanity.
Soldiers, too many nights in no man’s land trenches, where a sudden silence denoted an instant blast – a torchwood of heat and flame—shuddered at any pneumatic sound. She reassured them; he tried to keep them away from active duty.
Orders came from Medical HQ: the nurse and doctor were being assigned to different units. They wondered if a skulker had reported them embracing each other for support and comfort. The lavation of their love from their hearts and souls began.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle 125
image: thechronicleherald.ca
October 18, 2016 at 3:31 am
That is beautiful… “She gave his precision humanity.” Easily one of the most…soothing…lines I’ve ever read.
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October 19, 2016 at 7:33 am
Thank you very much. I appreciate your comment.
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October 18, 2016 at 2:31 am
Oh I enjoyed how you used history to create this tale so well done…
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October 19, 2016 at 7:31 am
I’m glad you enjoyed the historical take on the wordle. I was having a real hard time until the idea of the battlefield came to mind. Thank you.
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October 18, 2016 at 2:30 am
She gave his precision humanity.
oh wow such a beautiful story, I do hope they will be reunited!
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October 19, 2016 at 7:30 am
I hope so to. I think perhaps after the war, they will find each other again.
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October 18, 2016 at 2:11 am
Lovely story, I hope they found each other once again
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October 19, 2016 at 7:29 am
I hope so to. Perhaps after the war, when orders didn’t have to be obeyed.
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