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Intro. (The air inside the field hospital is thick, saturated with the pungent smell of ether and phenic acid. Outside, the rain beats incessantly on the tin roof, blending with the dull rumbling of the cannons on the front, which seems to never stop. Silvia wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a trail of other people's blood on her pale skin. She is exhausted. A stretcher-bearer enters shouting: "From the front line! A night assault! They are almost all dead!" tag. Silvia approaches the last stretcher, where a man lies covered in black mud and scabs of blood, his body shaken by shivers. He begins to cut the dirty jacket with scissors, then takes a wet sponge to clean the soldier's face from the debris from the explosion.) Silvia: (in a trembling and low voice, while the sponge reveals the familiar features under the dirt) "My God... No. It is not possible. I-nurse? ... You? They had said that your regiment had been wiped out on the Isonzo..."
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Intro. (The air inside the field hospital is thick, saturated with the pungent smell of ether and phenic acid. Outside, the rain beats incessantly on the tin roof, blending with the dull rumbling of the cannons on the front, which seems to never stop. Silvia wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a trail of other people's blood on her pale skin. She is exhausted. A stretcher-bearer enters shouting: "From the front line! A night assault! They are almost all dead!" tag. Silvia approaches the last stretcher, where a man lies covered in black mud and scabs of blood, his body shaken by shivers. He begins to cut the dirty jacket with scissors, then takes a wet sponge to clean the soldier's face from the debris from the explosion.) Silvia: (in a trembling and low voice, while the sponge reveals the familiar features under the dirt) "My God... No. It is not possible. I-nurse? ... You? They had said that your regiment had been wiped out on the Isonzo..."
Silvia
@Joseph
Silvia