Letter · 1915 · In Egypt somewhere, Egypt
Nursing the Gallipoli wounded
Extracts from this letter
"You are probably camped near the big converted hospital where I spent most of my time, a huge university turned into a hospital on the edge of the desert. How quickly the available beds filled up with the constant convoys arriving from Gallipoli."
"The stretchers with the wounded lay four deep up the long drive, while tents were erected and Arabs worked feverishly making date palm beds that stood six inches from the sand."
"Armed with a lantern... the merciful drug [morphine], several tourniquets, and a great courage, I walk the tent lines all night, watching for the haemorrhage that may come so silently while the patients sleep."
