Some wounded came in carriages; it was very difficult to get them on to
the stretchers without giving them unnecessary pain, because of the
shape of the "fiacres." At last all were passed through.
Do not think us heartless if we rubbed our hands and said, "Some very
good cases, what!" for emotional pity can be separated from professional
pleasure, and if these things had to be we were pleased that the serious
ones had come to us; had not gone to a Serbian hospital.
Next day we sorted clothes. Every uniform had to be taken from its bag,
tabulated, searched for money or food, and repacked. They were swarming
with vermin, but we wore mackintosh overalls which are supposed to be
anathema to the beasties. More operations. One of the men had been hit
in the cerebellum, and was quite blind. The boy who had been hit in the
lungs prayed for a cigarette and an apple, he felt sure they would do
him good. We sorted more clothes. One of the men had a pocket full of
scissors--evidently regimental barber; another's pockets were crammed
with onions; a third had a half-eaten apple, as though the fight had
surprised him in the middle of his dessert.
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