How are you? How is little Molly doing? From your last letter she seemed very sick. I have been moved to a place near Paris. They have prepared all the nurses for what is going to happen when Germany attacks. the weather here has treated us nicely. Its been sunny and warm but the evenings are always cold and dark. It gets dark here much quicker than it does back home.
Every day it is the same monotonous activity. Dirty and dying men come rolling in with the ambulances. You can hear the gun shots off in the distance. There are six other nurses and myself who tend to soldiers in our ward. There was a soldier who came in on Monday and the doctor had given him three days to live. He was very confident that he was going to get better. He kept repeating that he was going to live and go home to his wife and child. On the second day the pain came. He would twist and contort his body just to get rid of it. He still said that he was going to live to see another day.I didn't think so mama. The pain looked unbearable and there was nothing that I could do. He passed away on the third day and finally he was free of the pain. Is the same thing over and over again mama. I don't know if I can handle much more. I know I'm doing good by being out here and doing my part but I'm homesick and I want to see you and Papa and little Molly. It really is hard out here and with all the deaths I don't know how we are going to be able to keep fighting this war. A lot of the time the ward smells of blood and dirt. All of the beds are taken up and there are soldiers against the wall on stretchers. Some are getting better but unless they can fight again soon I don't think this war will last much longer. I hope to receive a letter from you soon and I send my love and prayers your way.
Sincerely,
Emily Miller
No comments:
Post a Comment