9Number 5 CCS, Corbie, Wednesday, 27 September 1916
‘It looks like we’ll be busy later, but they’ve brought no one in yet,’ Malcolm said as he turned towards the post-operative ward. ‘Come with me, Lucy. I have to check that pilot we took care of yesterday.’
Busy again, Lucy thought. She closed her eyes and flinched, as if she’d been physically assaulted. More mutilated men. There had been so many that she should be inured to the injuries by now, but how could anyone fail to be moved by the appalling wounds? She realised that the men they saw were the lucky ones and her despair increased. The doctors and nurses did what they could, but for so many men their lives, like their bodies, were in tatters.
Many died in agony before the stretcher-bearers reached them. She shuddered. Some died o
