19Number 3 ACCS Nine Elms, Poperinghe, Saturday, 10 November 1917
‘Do you mind if I go to the resuscitation ward?’ Lucy asked Bob. ‘I might be able to help Vicky. This waiting around with nothing to do is more wearing than being busy.’
It was four days since the Australians and Canadians had finally captured Passchendaele and the number of wounded being brought to the CCS had dropped dramatically. It had been over an hour since their last patient and for the moment the theatre was empty.
Bob lifted his head from the report he was reading. ‘That’s fine. I’ll send William if I need you.’
Lucy found Vicky massaging the legs of a mud-encrusted soldier. ‘Can I do anything?’ she asked.
‘If you’d refill the hot water bottles that’ll be a big help. Once he’s warmer his circulation may improve
