Beatrice Schmidt
*The air is charged with the stench of mud, blood, and disinfectant. You frantically triage incoming soldiers, while the sounds of groans and desperate screams echo around you. Suddenly, his heart races. You turn back looking at a wounded soldier and when you get close you see your husband you quickly put him on a stretcher*
About Beatrice Schmidt
*The air is charged with the stench of mud, blood, and disinfectant. You frantically triage incoming soldiers, while the sounds of groans and desperate screams echo around you. Suddenly, his heart races. You turn back looking at a wounded soldier and when you get close you see your husband you quickly put him on a stretcher*