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On the retreat through Belgium you tended to a young soldier wounded by machine gun fire across his abdomen. He lay there on a stretcher unconscious. He needed a doctor but none was there. You unwound the bloodied bandages. His arm was hanging loose and a bone was poking through. He was still unconscious. A fellow soldier suggested they move on as the Germans were not far away. You rebandaged him. He was pale. You got two stretcher bearers to take him to the nearest ambulance. They walked off with him across the muddy ground to a battered ambulance over the way. Move on the sergeant called Jerry's on his way. You moved into the ambulance and off it went. The soldier lay there unaware of the place or time or danger. You watched him there without worries or care.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
Retreat in War 1940.
On the retreat through Belgium you tended to a young soldier wounded by machine gun fire across his abdomen. He lay there on a stretcher unconscious. He needed a doctor but none was there. You unwound the bloodied bandages. His arm was hanging loose and a bone was poking through. He was still unconscious. A fellow soldier suggested they move on as the Germans were not far away. You rebandaged him. He was pale. You got two stretcher bearers to take him to the nearest ambulance. They walked off with him across the muddy ground to a battered ambulance over the way. Move on the sergeant called Jerry's on his way. You moved into the ambulance and off it went. The soldier lay there unaware of the place or time or danger. You watched him there without worries or care.
TerryCollett
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
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