Newfoundland At Armageddon

“Here at the hospital, it's no small feat to do our jobs. We're missing almost everything and there's so much to do… The wounded keep arriving… It's hard to know where to turn your attention. These poor boys! They're in such a sorry state. I have to keep going, even though I'm worn out. Part of me just wants to walk away. God help me.”

Marjorie

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“This afternoon we got to attend a concert. Some of the women I work with were in it. Dorothy sang and we all listened to her magnificent voice. After it was over, the boys played cricket in the garden. It was almost like an ordinary day at home. The “Matron” – that's what we call her – congratulated me on the good work I've done since I arrived. She said I would be sent closer to the front lines very soon.”

Marjorie

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“Death is everywhere on the front. It's like a vulture. I can never escape it. We just lost another soldier. That's the 8th one today. I‘ll never get used to this war, this killing. Men were not born to be cannon fodder. Who would have thought I'd have the courage to do all this: I washed his body, I wrote his last letter, I held his hand until he passed away… Poor Jenna. She will never get to see her sweet Edward again – they were such a beautiful couple.”

Marjorie

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