“Not me.”
Even as he replied Nancy realized from his well-fed look that he must have been one of the attackers.
“I got this as we took the village. Those poor creatures in that ambulance yonder were prisoners.”
“Many of them?” asked Nancy, wishing she could look after them.
“A dozen or so, I suppose. More had been there, but had passed beyond our help.”
“Who are they? Did you hear any of their names?”
“Sister, we didn’t stop for that. They were Americans and that was enough for us.”
Nancy had been cutting away the boy’s bloody shirt as she talked, and now she began to clean his wound. Captain Crawford came to probe for lead. Nancy gave the soldier a hypo and the doctor went back to his first patient while it took effect.
“You nurses and doctors got here just in time,” said the young corporal gratefully.
“Then you were here before?” she asked.