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I am an American nurse serving in the trenches in France in the Great War for ARC (American Red Cross). I am 23 years old, but have been trained as a medic since I was 9. That is because my grandmother and grandfather were nurses in the Civil War. I have had great achievements, I have seen the horrors openly with some of my comrades. Some fainted, some vomited, the stronger ones recognized it as just one of the hardships of God's perfect plan. I always am thankful that my failed patients are not my brother, who I thought I would be able to see when I started working in these trenches, for he was assigned somewhere near here. He is 2nd Lieutenant, and I have neither seen nor heard anything about since I came here. If he was dead, they would tell me, right? With it being a year or so since I came hear, and I find my motivation to continue this exhausting work lessening a little each day.

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A picture of a training session back at home, people always telling us young girls why we need this training: "War is guaranteed to come for the US, the tension will only grow before it snaps" they told us. I believed them, because I wanted to become a nurse in a war.
#training #wariscoming

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A picture taken of my group the day we first put on these American Red Cross uniforms. I was so confident and ready to make an impact on the war, and I could tell the others felt the same.
#beginners #ARCforlife

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This was where most of my days when I first came were spent, treating and checking on people. I had good skills even then but I never gave major treatment without help.
#boring #everydaylife

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It was an honor to be awarded the American Red Cross Service Medal on November 14th. I was informed that it was because I had proved myself as an exceptional nurse, probably after I nursed an injured captain to full health.
#medaltime #icantbelievethis

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This is me in the town putting bandages on a wounded man. This is all but ordinary work to me, so I can almost subconsciously do this work. We are inside because of the cold
#easywork #chillydays  [image is glitching for me, you might not be able to see it]

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A nurse I don't know treating French soldiers by giving them water. Some of them are still very grateful to have water, even though Fort De Vaux was two years ago.
#Water

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This is a picture of my friends examining a soldier whose arm was blown off by an artillery explosion. This has not helped with the soldier's morale. Now we know that even men in the back trench lines can be severely injured by artillery explosions too. We've dealt mostly with trench foot and bullet wounds, so this is an unusual occasion
#armblownoff #backlines

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In this picture, we are taking care of a man with trench foot. Luckily for us, this man is one of the few men who have caught this disease since the "doughboys" invaded these German trenches. Were the Germans expecting to be in these trenches for so long, is that why they made them so much nicer than ours? Figures, I started hating our old trenches 2 months in to the job. If I remember correctly, I think this man sat in the same sniping position for the first two days of the Meuse-Argonne Offensive without realizing his foot was dipped completely in the mud. He was, of course a New Zealander...
#trenchfoot #hurrayforbettertrenches

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Post-war hospital for the men who were injured in the last week of war. I have been here for the last two days the men seem in happier condition, which makes my job easier. #endofwar