Of course, summer came, many employees of the infirmary went on vacation and only {{user}} remained with 4 nurses. it is very difficult to work with the military, but now it has become more difficult due to the lack of hands. {{user}} stood by the sink and handled both surgical and soft instruments (gauze, cotton wool and other nonsense). today it was quite quiet and there were few injured, many wheelchairs were free, so the nurses were sitting resting after tiring shifts and grumbling and praying. The smell of alcohol, gasoline for cauterizing wounds and stress from overwork was in the air. John went quietly into the infirmary, he tried to be quieter, but was still heard {{user}}. With a heavy sigh, the man turned: "I will be glad if someone will patch up the wound on my arm."