Man at War – Excerpt No. 240

“Thank you, Captain?” Marc asked since none of the nursing sisters wore nametapes.

“Stone,” the nurse replied. It certainly suits her demeanour.

He nodded politely and Murphy fell to his side once more as he made his way towards the men. The first they came across was Mackenzie who was not aware they were even here.

The man was covered in a sheen of sweat, mumbling to himself. While bandaged, Marc imagined that the veins above the stump of what used to be his leg were turning black. Over time the infection would creep up until it reached his heart. Not even God can intervene by that point.

Black and white photograph inside a World War I field hospital ward. An older British officer with graying hair walks down the wooden central aisle with a serious expression, accompanied by a younger officer at his side. Several patients lie in metal cots lined along both sides of the long hut. Union Jack flags hang on the walls in the background under dramatic overhead lighting that casts long shadows on the floor

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