"An eighteen-year old boy is carried into the shock ward. And he looks up at me trustingly and says, 'How am I doing, nurse?' I just kiss his forehead and say, 'You're doing just fine, soldier.' He smiles sweetly and says, 'I was just checking.' Then he dies.
We all cry in private. But not in front of the boys. Never in front of the boys."
-- June Wandry, WWII combat nurse
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