I onward go, I stop,
With hinged knees and steady hand to     dress wounds,
I am firm with each, the pangs are sharp     yet unavoidable,
One turns to me with his appealing eyes     – poor boy! I never knew you,
Yet I think I could not refuse this     moment to die for you, if that would     save you.

(The Wound-Dresser 444)
Image ID: LC-DIG-cwpb-03950
Demonstration of wounded soldier removal