Saturday, February 14, 2026

Pages 197-198

This Month's Installment

I was sick for about a week and haven't caught up yet, so this is a bit shorter than normal.
    On the parsonage the white flag with the red cross waved widely visible.  For the few

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wounded, who had arrived here until now and were willingly taken care of by Hanna and the district nurse, the large room was enough temporarily, along with a smaller one that had been set up on the first floor.  Only later, when the number increased, should the school house be taken for help, which was near the parsonage, separated only by the garden.
    Between the large garden veranda and the pipeleaf arbor, where the sun had the most free access, stood a comfortable deckchair, and on it rested a wounded officer in his field uniform, the large, gray coat spread over his feet.
    "The healing proceeds more quickly than I assumed.  Indeed, it happens more often with this sort of injury where no bone is affected; the arm is also coming along well."
    Doctor Robinson, resident district physician in Pronitten, a figure of Herculean physique, whose chief characteristics - energy and childlike goodnaturedness - one read immediately by sight, said it half to Fritz, half turning to the old pastor who stood on the head side of the wounded and read the words from the physician's lips.
    "That is good news that you bring me, Doctor!  Then I can go back to my unit on the quickest way and need not lie here on the bearskin."
    "Well, you will indeed not have it quite so quickly, Captain."