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Gibbs, Philip, 1877-1962

"Now It Can Be Told"

"I have to carry out orders, and if they lead to your death it's
not my responsibility. I'm paid a poor wage for this job, but I do my
duty, rough or smooth, kill or cure."
"You're a vampire. That's what you are."
"I'm a nurse."
"If ever I hear you're going to marry a New Zealand boy I'll warn him
against you."
"He'll be too much of a fool to listen to you."
"I've a good mind to marry you myself and beat you every morning."
"Modern wives have strong muscles. Look at my arm!"
* * *
Three nights in one week there were air raids, and as the German mark
was the railway station we were in the center of the danger-zone.
There was a frightful noise of splintering glass and smashing timber
between each crash of high explosives. The whine of shrapnel from the
anti--aircraft guns had a sinister note, abominable in the ears of
those officers who had come down from the fighting--lines nerve-racked
and fever-stricken. They lay very quiet. The night nurse moved about
from bed to bed, with her flash-lamp.


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