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exposed his idea of the route; somebody said that there was some corned
beef and rice in a Red Cross train on the siding.
Intermittently in the silences one could still hear the sound of the
guns.
Next morning at breakfast Dr. Holmes came in. He had thought us gone,
and so had procured for himself and the sister who was with him, seats
in a Government motor which was going to Mitrovitza. We all splashed
across the marshy grass to the siding where the stores were. In the
empty trucks on the line families were camping, and some had fitted them
up like little homes. We found the truck, and with efforts dug out
twelve tins of corned beef, a case of condensed milk, one of treacle,
and two tins of sugar. We emptied a kitbag and filled it with rice.
The hospital was fuller than ever. The Scottish nurses were toiling as
quickly as they could, and each man received a couple of hard ship's
biscuits from a great sack, when his wounds were dressed. He immediately
wolfed the hard biscuits and lay down; in one minute he was asleep, and
the hospital grounds were strewn with the sleeping men.
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