Thus in silence, in dreams' projections,
Returning resuming....
I thread my way through the hospitals,
The hurt and wounded and pacify with soothing hand, some are so young
some suffer so much.
I recall the experience sweet and sad.
(Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have cross'd and rested.
Many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips)
- The Wound Dresser
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