It Irritates Me To Be Told How

What Armies And How Much Of War I Have Seen, What Thousands Of Marching Troops, What Fields Of Slain, What Prisons, What Hospitals, What Ruins, What Cities In Ashes, What Hunger And Nakedness, What Orphanages, What Widowhood, What Wrongs And What Vengeance.

I Wonder If A Soldier Ever Does Mend A Bullet Hole In His Coat?

The Red Cross In Its Nature, It Aims And Purposes, And Consequently, Its Methods, Is Unlike Any Other Organization In The Country.it Is An Organization Of Physical Action, Of Instantaneous Action, At The Spur Of The Moment; It Cannot Await The Ordinary Deliberation Of Organized Bodies If It Would Be Of Use To Suffering Humanity,[ellipsis In Original] It Has By Its Nature A Field Of Its Own.

You Must Never So Much Think As Whether You Like It Or Not, Whether It Is Bearable Or Not; You Must Never Think Of Anything Except The Need, And How To Meet It.

My Business Is Stanching Blood And Feeding Fainting Men; My Post The Open Field Between The Bullet And The Hospital. I Sometimes Discuss The Application Of A Compress Or A Wisp Of Hay Under A Broken Limb, But Not The Bearing And Merits Of A Political Movement. I Make Gruel--not Speeches; I Write Letters Home For Wounded Soldiers, Not Political Addresses.