dear miss. lovell

"nurse Lovell! please! help me. it hurts. it hurts so much! make it stop!" the pleading screams of the hurt and dying men plaged me nightly. war. such a stupid gruesome thing. but my opinion doesn't matter. for it is the duty of a nurse to serve and assist whoever needs the help. it's been six months since the Japanese bombed pearl harbor and we went to war with the rest of the world. something my parents had feared with all of their being. they knew I would join the nurses corps if it ever happened. it was my honor to serve my country. besides, I'm already 21 and still have no one to marry. so why not? I have nothing to lose. " whelp I'm up so I might as well start on my rounds". I said to myself as I got out of bed and put on my fresh clean uniform. I had already sent my old one in to be cleaned. yesterday had been a bloody day of meatball surgery. putting the poor soldiers back together as best we could before shipping them back out to fight or home to heal if they were bad enough. I went to the mess tent to get my breakfast. I was always the first one in. I needed the moments of quiet before the day. as I sat down to eat a messenger came in and handed me my weekly mail. and to my surprise there was a letter from a Private Stevenson. Dear nurse Lovell, I want to thank you for the way you took care of Jake and I when we were under your care.  we've been sent out to the front lines here. we loose many grand ships in this battle. so many valiant men are lost y world laughing. well I must go there's a war on ya know. best wishes to you, keep keeping up the spirits. affectionately, Prvt. Jack Stevenson I set the letter to the side thinki about what he had said. we had treated so many men with ship related injuries.