Summer, 1945 and the war was 1 million men old. [gunshots] hang on, kids. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. They are moving you back now. Dont give up, just hang on. The road back is bumpy and maybe the pain killers your eyes, but listen. The sound of battle grows dim. And now, one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be . The one who gets hurt and dies . Or the one who gets hurt and lives . When the dizziness stopped, when the fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort at home to thousands of men before you. A woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your side to pour new strength to your veins. A nurse handed clamps to a surgeon and counted sponges. A nurse prepared and administered the anesthetic and watched you constantly for any telltale changing your breathing or blood pressure. All working with the same purpose, to ease the pain of war, to help save lives. music the prepara
Narrator summer, 1945. And the war was one million men old. [gunshots] hang on, kids. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. Theyre moving you back now. Dont give up. Just hang on. Maybe the pain blurs your eyes. But listen. The sound of battle grows dim. And now, one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be . The one who gets hurt and dies . Or the one who gets hurt and lives . When the dizziness stopped, when the fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort at home to thousands of men before you. A woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your site to poor news side to pour new strength to your veins. Andrse prepared administered the anesthetic, and watched you constantly for any telltale change in your breathing or blood pressure, all working with the same purpose, to ease the pain of war, to help save lives. Narrator the preparation for the moment that would bring the army nurse to yo
Summer 1945 and the war was 1 million men old. Hang on, jim. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. They are moving you back now. Dont give up. Just hang on. The road back is bumpy and maybe the pain blurs your eyes. But listen, the sound of battle grows dim. Now one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be, the one who gets hurt and dies, or the one who gets hurt and lives. When the dizziness stopped and the fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort and home to thousands of men before you, a woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your side to pour new strength into your veins. A nurse handed clamps to the surgeon and counted sponges. A nurse prepared and administered the anesthetic and watched you constantly for any telltale change in your breathing or blood pressure. All working with the same purpose, to ease the pain of war, to help save lives. The preparation for the moment that
[captioning performed by the national captioning institute, which is responsible for its caption content and accuracy. Visit ncicap. Org] narrator summer, 1945. And the war was one million men old. [gunshots] hang on, kids. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. Theyre moving you back now. Dont give up. Just hang on. The road back is bumpy, and maybe the pain blurs your eyes. But listen. The sound of battle grows dim. And now, one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be . The one who gets hurt and dies . Or the one who gets hurt and lives . When the dizziness stopped, when the fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort and home to thousands of men before you. A woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your side to pour new strength into your veins. A nurse handed clamps to the surgeon and counted sponges. A nurse prepared and administered the anesthetic, and watched you constantly for
Hang on, jim. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. Theyre moving you back now. Dont give up. Just hang on. The road back is bumpy and maybe the pain blurs your eyes, but listen, the sound of battle grows dim. And now one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be . The one who gets hurt and dies or the one who gets hurt and lives . When the dizziness stopped and fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort and home to thousands of men before you. A woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your side to pour new strength into your veins. A nurse handed clamps to the surgeon and counted sponges. She watched you constantly for any telltale change in your breathing or blood pressure. All working for the same purpose, to ease the pain of war, to help save lives. The preparation for the moment that would bring the army nurse to your side began months before back home in the United States. After