When the years of strife are over and my
Of the wards wherein I worked the weeks
I shall still see, as a visions rising ‘mid the War-
The ward in France where German wounded
I shall see the pallid faces and the half-sus-
I shall hear the bitter groans and laboured
And recall the loud complaining and the weary
And the sights and smells of blood and wounds
I shall see the convoy cases, blanket-covered
on the floor,
And watch the heavy stretcher-work begin,
And the gleam of knives and bottles through
the open theatre door,
And the operation patients carried in.
I shall see the Sister standing, with her form
of youthful grace,
And the humour and the wisdom of her
And the tale of three years’ warfare on her thin
The weariness of many a toil-filled while.
I shall think of how I worked for her with
nerve and heart and mind,
And marvelled at her courage and her skill,
And how the dying enemy her tenderness
Beneath her scornful energy of will.
And I learnt that human mercy turns alike to
friend or foe
When the darkest hour of all is creeping
And those who slew our dearest, when their
lamps were burning low,
Found help and pity ere they came to die.
So, though much will be forgotton when the
sound of War’s alarms
And the days of death and strife have passed
I shall always see the vision of Love working
In the ward wherein the wounded prisoners
Brings back all the classic war movies…makes me see the scenes again…always in black and white.
I'm sure the nurses and doctors who tend wounded prisoners are asked how they can help the same people who are killing their own. I'm betting the answers are along the lines of, "My job is to save all lives," and "I can only hope our people are being treated with the same care."
always in black and white.
There are some really cool color pictures from WWI: