Love? You haven't seen Harry for weeks, you don't even know if he's alive.
--
Perhaps they were worried we'd get carried away and build a swimming pool.
--
Just a couple of sips.
(They're in agony.)
It's something.
--
I know just the thing. (goes off singing are we downhearte)
--
We've run out of bandages.
(What about our personal things?)
That's what I mean: we've got nothing left.
What about the supply ships?
(ripping petticoats:) Come on Agnes, no time for mock modesty.
--
I'll tell the other girls.
--
Helen of Troy!
Alright, I'm coming.
Oh, I don't have dysentery, I'm here this time every day.
Lucky hygiene isn't important in our profession.
I won't what they're lining up for. Agnes! Is that where they're hiding the lemon pudding?
You can't leave!
Yeah, but you'd still be leaving Lemnos.
--
We are desperately understaffed, you really mustn't leave. I solemnly pledge myself before God to practice my profession faithfully and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care. The Florence Nightingale pledge, Agnes, we all took it.
Well, what about the Nursing Services one? I pledge to do all in my power to allieviate the suffering of the sick and the wounded sparing no effort to bring comfort of body and peace of mind.
You made a pledge, Agnes! No-- We made a promise. We made a promise to these boys signing up that we would care for them.
So you're running away? Don't you care what they'll think of you back home? Your family?
--
I want to be discharged. My temperature hasn't been above 99 in four days, I'm back on solid food and in terms of movements--
Matron Wilson has a hard enough time staffing these wards as it is.
I feel better.
What am I supposed to do here? Just look at you all day?
I'd need a chaperone... but Sister Daley has the day off.
--
My parents weren't enthusiastic about it but they didn't try and stop me, either. Story of my life really: "Don't encourage her, she'll give up eventually."
I don't think I know...
Ahahaha. [unsure]
You read the bible, Mr--?
Has it always been your calling?
So you traded in the church to work for the devil?
--
Star of Bethlehem, I know. Where have those wise men got to, anyway?
(I know you're still too ill to have it, but... You must try the horseflesh.)
Horseflesh? Oh! It's- Turkish delight! Thank you!
(You didn't think I was going to get you to eat that one, did you?)
I'm hungry enough to most days. ... Never seen a sunset like it in Australia.
(Me neither. ...you've been sick, Sister Haynes, I'd better get you back.)
You should call me Olive.
--
You sure you can't use me in the wards?
(You're on light duty, Sister Haynes. Doctor's orders. Only on Lemnos could clearing out a tent be classified as 'light duty'.)
What we have here is a modern design. A rustic yet harmonious blend of canvas and rope. Stepping onto the porch, one is immediately struck by its spaciousness and its commanding harbour views. This is undoubtedly the finest dwelling on Lemnos island.
--
(His father's a mechanic.)
It must have been terrible to give him up but I suppose one must abide by one's parents' wishes.
(Listen to you. Earnest is a nice enough fellow but he is no Major Sherwin. He seems rather keen on you.)
Oh, well, he'll kinder than most MOs but that is not what we're here for. ...Mr Dooley seemed nice.
(The orderly?)
--
Lime juice, to prevent scurvy. (takes a tough bite of hardtack) We're certainly lucky to have a dentist on the island.
--
They treat us like dirt. Brass don't care. Our boys are getting slaughtered at Gallipoli and the ones that pull through get sent straight back to be killed. I feel like a chewed-up piece of string most days. My hair is revolting. I haven't recieved a single letter from Australia. I'm so sorry, Matron. You've lost your brother! I have no right to complain!
(...Suffering is suffering, whether it's from a lice-infested trench or a leaky tent. You're miserable. It's alright. But there are still men that need your help, if you've still got the strength to keep going.)
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--
Perhaps they were worried we'd get carried away and build a swimming pool.
--
Just a couple of sips.
(They're in agony.)
It's something.
--
I know just the thing. (goes off singing are we downhearte)
--
We've run out of bandages.
(What about our personal things?)
That's what I mean: we've got nothing left.
What about the supply ships?
(ripping petticoats:) Come on Agnes, no time for mock modesty.
--
I'll tell the other girls.
--
Helen of Troy!
Alright, I'm coming.
Oh, I don't have dysentery, I'm here this time every day.
Lucky hygiene isn't important in our profession.
I won't what they're lining up for. Agnes! Is that where they're hiding the lemon pudding?
You can't leave!
Yeah, but you'd still be leaving Lemnos.
--
We are desperately understaffed, you really mustn't leave. I solemnly pledge myself before God to practice my profession faithfully and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care. The Florence Nightingale pledge, Agnes, we all took it.
Well, what about the Nursing Services one? I pledge to do all in my power to allieviate the suffering of the sick and the wounded sparing no effort to bring comfort of body and peace of mind.
You made a pledge, Agnes! No-- We made a promise. We made a promise to these boys signing up that we would care for them.
So you're running away? Don't you care what they'll think of you back home? Your family?
--
I want to be discharged. My temperature hasn't been above 99 in four days, I'm back on solid food and in terms of movements--
Matron Wilson has a hard enough time staffing these wards as it is.
I feel better.
What am I supposed to do here? Just look at you all day?
I'd need a chaperone... but Sister Daley has the day off.
--
My parents weren't enthusiastic about it but they didn't try and stop me, either. Story of my life really: "Don't encourage her, she'll give up eventually."
I don't think I know...
Ahahaha. [unsure]
You read the bible, Mr--?
Has it always been your calling?
So you traded in the church to work for the devil?
--
Star of Bethlehem, I know. Where have those wise men got to, anyway?
(I know you're still too ill to have it, but... You must try the horseflesh.)
Horseflesh? Oh! It's- Turkish delight! Thank you!
(You didn't think I was going to get you to eat that one, did you?)
I'm hungry enough to most days. ... Never seen a sunset like it in Australia.
(Me neither. ...you've been sick, Sister Haynes, I'd better get you back.)
You should call me Olive.
--
You sure you can't use me in the wards?
(You're on light duty, Sister Haynes. Doctor's orders.
Only on Lemnos could clearing out a tent be classified as 'light duty'.)
What we have here is a modern design. A rustic yet harmonious blend of canvas and rope. Stepping onto the porch, one is immediately struck by its spaciousness and its commanding harbour views. This is undoubtedly the finest dwelling on Lemnos island.
--
(His father's a mechanic.)
It must have been terrible to give him up but I suppose one must abide by one's parents' wishes.
(Listen to you. Earnest is a nice enough fellow but he is no Major Sherwin. He seems rather keen on you.)
Oh, well, he'll kinder than most MOs but that is not what we're here for. ...Mr Dooley seemed nice.
(The orderly?)
--
Lime juice, to prevent scurvy. (takes a tough bite of hardtack) We're certainly lucky to have a dentist on the island.
--
They treat us like dirt. Brass don't care. Our boys are getting slaughtered at Gallipoli and the ones that pull through get sent straight back to be killed. I feel like a chewed-up piece of string most days. My hair is revolting. I haven't recieved a single letter from Australia. I'm so sorry, Matron. You've lost your brother! I have no right to complain!
(...Suffering is suffering, whether it's from a lice-infested trench or a leaky tent. You're miserable. It's alright. But there are still men that need your help, if you've still got the strength to keep going.)