nurseshustle:“An eighteen year old boy is carried into the shock ward, and he looks up at me trustin

nurseshustle:“An eighteen year old boy is carried into the shock ward, and he looks up at me trustingly asking, “How am I doing, nurse?” I just kiss his forehead and say, “You are doing just fine soldier.” He smiles sweetly and says, “I was just checking,” Then he dies. We all cry in private. But not in front of the boys. Never in front of the boys.” –June Wandrey, WWII -- source link

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