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When people accepted death as a part of life.
“First, I want you to promise that no matter what you do in life, you will never ever settle for average. Second, don’t be satisfied with routine poontang.”
Imagine how jaded some of those nurses must have become toward the end.
Pointless War. Thanks Europeans.
I just wouldn’t want to know the Psychological effects for the war. Not just the soldiers but doctors and nurses. They had to be around death continuously. Just saying it was probably hard on all survivors.
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And today, they are writing own the last words of the families of COVID patients…… and *still* can’t PPE or vaccines because – Administrators….
She is taking down his insurance information to see if he is covered for the treatment.
The cross on her wimple was added to this version. Here is a version without the cross from The Great War in Images and Pictures: 1914-1915.
According to Google translate, the title says, "On the Western Front", and the text to the right says, "The Sister of Mercy records the last will of a dying soldier."
I wonder what the most common last words were during that time.
I heard people call out for their Mothers. Now I just bummed myself out. Ugh
Not to shit on this picture or the war but most of these pictures from ww that look too good to be true, probably are. There were literal directors on fields after these events to take pictures like this, setups.
Why would she write it down? Who gives a shit, the dude is dead.
That’s a very poignant photo – a person doing the only thing they can, and the last thing they can, to help. I hope that these words made it back to the soldier’s family.
The history of the ceremonies around the moment of death are really interesting. There was a real sense for people back then that a dying person’s last words held some cosmic importance. Family members who weren’t there at the time of death often wanted reassurance that their loved one’s last words were something befitting his or her entry into heaven. It was a way of somewhat alleviating the grief that came with losing someone.
Both World Wars were shocking and unfathomably tragic. It is no surprise that exceptionally beautiful poetry was written in the trenches.
Just a child. Good God Y’all…. are we still here?
You will never see your family again and you will never have children. But hey you really stopped those Bosnian revolutionaries…
I completely agree with the comments about the book All Quiet on the Western Front. I read it as an ignorant 14 year-old and it changed my whole outlook on the morality of war. The ending is where it really got me.
She sure really deserved the name of Sister of Mercy: sure, it surely feels bad to die, especially so young and so brutally, but at least he had someone to reconfort him.
Alright boys, get this letter strait to the pony express for private miller’s mother!
It said, and this is harrowing, "I forgot to put the bins out, it’s a Thursday so it’s brown, also mittens hasn’t been fed, he has the tins on the top shelf, not the blue ones mind you, it’s fish day."