My care to the wounded can only go so far. Amputation after amputation it only gets harder and harder to see the intense pain they go through. One soldier came in with a bullet wound above the elbow. He asked me, already knowing the answer, “What can you do to save it”
All I could say was “I’ll try my hardest to keep you alive don’t worry about your arm”
Once we got into surgery I instantly decided to begin to draw what was really going on for future reference for if I had to do a solo operation.
With little to no disinfectant, infection was on the rise in each patient. I wonder when Clara is going to try and scavenge for more supplies. At the start she brought in four wagons filled with all sorts of supplies for the nurses and surgeons on site. But with each and every patient that number is getting lower and lower. I am so thankful for her. Without her I do not know what we would have been able to do. When she came I …show more content…
Once I had stepped out of the barn, it was a completely different scene from when I had arrived. I was in complete shock. I had never felt this way or seen this many dead bodies. There were more bodies than I had ever seen. I am in utter shock. Going around flipping the bodies over to look for a name is one of the hardest emotional tasks I have had to do. The toll that this war is putting on me, can not be compared to that of the families of these loved ones who are dead. In the distance I could see Clara talking with a tall man wearing a hat. I was amazed, I assume that it is President Lincoln. When she returned and I had asked her a question on what she was talking to him