Poor devils, they may have been at it in the trenches for weeks and months.

A wound of any sort means a pleasant vacation.

Still," he went on after a moment, a faint derisive smile on his lips, "we had a big husky up in Camp who insisted on going to bed every time he had the nosebleed." She was looking into his blood-shot eyes, infinite pity and concern in her own.
"Will you let me dress your hands, Mr.Percival, whenever it is necessary?
I am getting used to it now." "It's good of you, Miss Clinton," he replied gratefully.

"But I think you'd better stick to the fellows who really need attention.

Don't add an extra ounce to your burden.