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stoicism of some of the soldiers amazed and even appalled her. Men coming round from amputations seemed compelled to make terrible jokes. What am I going to kick the missus with now? Every secret of the body was rendered up―bone risen through fleshsacrilegious glimpses of an intestine or an optic nerve. From this new and intimate perspectiveshe learned a simpleobvious thing she had always known and everyone knew: that a person isamong all elsea material thingeasily tornnot easily mended. She came the closest she would ever be to the battlefieldfor every case she helped with had some of its essential elements―bloodoilsandmud seawaterbulletsshrapnelengine greaseor the smell of corditeor damp sweaty battle dress whose pockets contained rancid food along with the sodden crumbs of Amo bars. Oftenwhen she returned yet again to the sink with the high taps and the soda blockit was beach sand she scrubbed away from between her fingers. She and the other probationers of her set were aware of each other only as nursesnot as friends: she barely registered that one of the girls who had helped to move Corporal MacIntyre onto the bedpan was Fiona. Sometimeswhen a soldier Briony was looking after was in christian louboutin barbie shoes |
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