IN HEAVEN
My foot gone, I knew that my fighting and marching days were over,
and the feeling of safety after what I had undergone brought on the
inevitable reaction. I became light-headed, and shortly after my
senses left me completely, and I remember only vaguely snatches of my
journey from the firing line to the embarkation port for Blighty.
Several more operations on my leg I knew had taken place, but except
for a night at, I believe, Le Touquet, I remember little.
Here a little French nurse attended to six of us. As far as I can
recollect, we were in the room of a chateau, for the walls were
covered with old tapestry. Oh! the wonderful little French lady. No
task was too mean for her to perform for us. In my weak condition I
wanted to stroke her spotless apron, to see if she were real, and
that little French nurse was the first angel I ever saw. I doubt
whether I shall ever see any angels after this life finishes for me,
but if anyone doubtful of their future in the next world wishes to
see the real angels, let them go to any of our big hospitals in
France or Britain; there they will see them. God bless those
magnificent women of France and Britain. And I know, before the Hun
is finally vanquished, the women of the United States will be vieing
with their sisters overseas in their devotion to the land they
represent and the holiness of the cause to which they have so freely
given their stalwart men folk.
At last I was loaded on the Blighty ship, and my journey to heaven
commenced. So far as I remember, nothing of moment happened on the
trip. Southampton was our destination, and the first breath of air I
took into my lungs, when lying on the deck of the ship there, seemed
the sweetest thing I ever tasted--free from all smell of bursting
shells, free from taint of rotting bodies, free from the danger of
flying death, and, above all, the air of England.
And now I came near to losing what the Huns had failed to take. The
people, when we were being moved from ship to train in their
desperation to show their sympathy for us, showered kindness upon us.
Right here and now I want to say I would lose fifty legs, if I had
them, or fifty arms, for those wonderful people; and in my weak
condition I was in danger of dying from sheer excitement and
happiness.
Up through that wondrous green country side we sped, and oh, how I
persisted in lifting myself from my cot, in spite of the protests of
the nurses, to look out on that smiling land. What a change from the
utter devastation of that hell's land from which I had come. At
Birmingham we stopped for a space, being met by a party of nurses,
doctors and Red Cross people. Oh, their wondrous kindness! In spite
of the pain, I considered myself the luckiest man alive to be so
spoilt. I often wish I was wounded again.
Leaving Birmingham, from where I sent a short message to my mother,
acquainting her of the fact of having "got mine," the train did not
stop till we reached Liverpool. We were met at the depot by
ambulance cars, and on these we were loaded. I was so happy, I swore
at the driver so picturesquely, and so fluently, that he stopped his
car to congratulate me. Passing through the city we were bombarded
by the populace with every conceivable dainty they could get. Some
of them landed on my game leg, and I again earned the driver's
profane admiration.
Suddenly I became aware that the man on the other stretcher was
trying to attract my attention.
"What is it, chum?" said I.
In a husky whisper he answered, "Shot through the guts, and I ain't
seen a bloody German. Ain't that the devil?" I agreed and nodded my
acquiescence. To the anxious ones I am glad to say he recovered,
and, although not fit for more active service, is still doing fine.
Arrived at the hospital we were unloaded and carried to our
respective cots. When they set me down by the side of what was to be
my bed, the orderly says to me:
"What's the matter with you?"
"Oh, just a bit of a wound in the foot."
"Is that all?" said he.
"Take a look," says I. He did so.
"Aw hell," said he, "I was going to cuss yer fer swinging the lead,
and going to tell yer ter get on th' bed yerself, and I begs yer
pardon. All right, son."
Next along came Doctor Evans, who, apparently oblivious of my yells
and sulphurous remarks, proceeded to examine my leg.
"Another piece to come off," says he, "and it will have to be done in
a few hours' time or you'll lose the whole limb."
I was sick of the wretched thing.
"Go ahead, sir," said I. Then after a few hours' waiting I started
for the "pictures"--for my last carving. Now although I remembered
little of my journey through France, I remembered sufficient to know
that I had used some typical Canadian profanity while under the
influence of ether. Out there I did not mind, for only men were
present at the carving, but here was a situation. A nurse was
accompanying me to the operating theater. "Oh, horrors!" thought I,
"I know I shall cuss. What will she think? I mustn't swear, oh! I
mustn't swear!" Trying to impress on my subconscious mind that I
must not swear while under the influence of ether, I was placed on
the table and--oblivion.
I came to myself with a yell. I fancied I had been rising to the
surface of a deep ocean, as black as ink, and just as I was about to
drown I awoke. Taking stock of my surroundings, I looked across the
ward. A man was looking at me and laughing till I thought he would
hurt himself.
"Well! what the devil is amusing you?" I asked irritably, the
horrible nausea having its effect.
"Well, my son," was the reply, "I've been in Africa, India,
Singapore, and a few places on this old globe, but I'm hanged if I
ever heard language till I heard you a little while ago. Whew! it
was an education."
Then he told me the story. All had gone well until I had been placed
on my cot. Now a man will, under the influence of an anaesthetic,
apparently seem to know what is going on around him, and will answer
questions coherently, though he knows nothing about it. I had been
lying on my cot a few minutes when an orderly came by, carrying a
tray of enamel cups. He stumbled and fell, upsetting the tray and
its contents with a crash. It was then I reached to heights of
superb eloquence, and I was in disgrace.