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all drifted in during the next hour...

Dr Martin felt it would be a very great mistake to split [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] our unit. Should the situation be serious at Compiengne there was no telling when [[strikethrough]]they[[/strikethrough]]^[[the nurses who left us]] would be back. Besides undoubtedly there were six nurses unoccupied in Paris and free at the moment. The next morning I hurried around and got a few myself for her.

Friday the 28th was a black day. I had a crise de nerf in the evening and cried most [[strikethrough]]Monday Dec. 1st[[/strikethrough]] of the night. Phil came ^[[Sat]] early to discuss some hospital matters and my equilibrium was about established ^[[by the time I arrived at]][[strikethrough]]when I got to[[/strikethrough]]Neuilly. But just as I got in ward 77 I found a [[strikethrough]]f[[/strikethrough]]] poor devil dying. He had been horribly wounded in the leg & had gas-gangrene, age 21-. Two screens ^[[partly shielded]][[strikethrough]]had been put around[[/strikethrough]]his  bed but I could [[strikethrough]]see[[/strikethrough]] not help seeing his mother as she stood ^[[beside him]] [[strikethrough]]at his side[[/strikethrough]] His father was there too and [[strikethrough]]the[[/strikethrough]]^[[a]] priest. The womans [[strikethrough]]han[[/strikethrough]] arms hung ^[[limp]][[strikethrough]]at her side and[[/strikethrough]]

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Compiègne