“I do,” said Zaidos. “I’m a Boy Scout. Besides, we learned all that at school.”
“Good!” said the doctor. “All you have to do is to remember what you know, when the necessity of using your information arrives. When you have your man on the stretcher, get here as soon as ever you can. Don’t wait for anyone; private and General alike must stand aside for the Red Cross. Wonder if you could stop a cut artery?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Zaidos.
“How?” said the doctor, reaching out his arm.
Zaidos took it and demonstrated the thing and the doctor gave a grunt of satisfaction.
“When you get your man here, lay him down on one of the benches or on the floor or anywhere else that you see a place for him. Don’t wait, for we will attend to him after that.”
“Yes, sir,” said Zaidos. He foresaw lively times.
“Good morning,” said the doctor, sitting down and taking up his precious paper. The boys went out, feeling as though they had been dismissed from class.
The large cook house was very close to the First Aid Station, and was equipped with wonderful field stoves and great kettles and pots. A number of cooks were in charge, and the boiling soup smelled good enough to eat!
Three zig-zag trenches led from the cook house and First Aid Station to the second line of trenches.