Joey Ramone was rushed to the New York Hospital Burn Center and was treated for burns in 1977 after a vaporizer he used to open his vocal cords blew up in his face before The Ramones performed one evening. This incident inspired him to write “I Wanna Be Sedated”. Photo by Danny Fields.
Lotta Svärd was a Finnish organization of voluntary women who helped in various ways during the
Winter- and Continuation War. Here’s some illustrated examples of their jobs, a slice-of-life story I’d like to draw.
1x24 “Is There a Doctor in the House?” unlike the typical TJ Scott-directed episode, isn’t jam-packed with cool camera angles and stylish editing. In this ep he’s strategic about when to step back from the on-the-ground intensity of the field hospital and create a beautiful image. One of those beautiful images is the above, as Xena gets her first quiet moment with wounded Gabrielle. It’s a moment for regrets and reflections, and TJ composes it with all the gravity and grandeur of a religious painting. Note the symmetry of the three windows; their triangular shape echoes the triangle of Xena leaning over Gabrielle. Also interesting is the significant positioning of the three men behind Xena and Gabrielle: obsolete Galen watching uncomprehendingly from the deep background, Hippocrates too busy to look up as he ministers to the wounded per Xena’s wishes, and Marmax right at Xena’s shoulder, trying to console her.
DP children perform a dance at a Hanukkah celebration at the Warburg children’s home for Jewish orphans liberated from the concentration camps.
The sixteen-acre Kosterberg estate outside Hamburg, owned by Max Warburg, the prosperous Hamburg Jewish banker, had been in the family for generations. In October 1941 it was seized by the Nazi regime and turned over to the army for use as an officers’ quarters and a military hospital. Following the German defeat, the British established a field hospital on the premises. A few months later, Eric Warburg (Max’s son) returned to Germany and requested the return of the property.
As a member of the Joint Distribution Committee’s board of directors (his uncle Felix Warburg was one of the founders of the JDC), Eric decided to turn over the estate to the JDC for use as a shelter for Jewish orphans rescued from the concentration camps. Hundreds of children (most of them liberated in Bergen-Belsen and Theresienstadt) passed through the Warburg home in the three years of its operation.
Members of a US Medical Corps lift wounded onto a Douglas C 47A (42-24195) Air Ambulance of the 313th Air Transport Squadron of the 31st Air Transport Group, 9th Air Force. Advanced Landing Ground (ALG) A-21 in Saint-Laurent-sur-Mer. June 10 1944
The first medical transport from A-21 took place on June 9th at 6 pm. There were 24 stretchers in the C-47 and the flight to England lasted 45 minutes.
The C-47s brought fresh infantry to the beachhead and flew out again with casualties.
The ambulance was part of one of the medical units of the 5th ESB (see the registration on the rear door of the Dodge WC54)
The A-21 airstrip was on the west side of the ‘Easy Red’ area of Omaha Beach and was constructed by the IX Engineering Command, 834th Engineer Aviation Battalion.
A field hospital including the 806th Medical Air Evacuation Squadron was located close to the airfield, which facilitated the air transport of the wounded including Normandy civilians to England,
Between June 10 and July 31, 1944, 25,959 American wounded had been returned from France by plane (this accounted for almost 33% of all US casualties)
(Photo source - Rodger Hamilton Collection - US Army Signals Corps)
A few weeks back I asked my Dad if our family was involved with WW1 in any way as I was only familiar with our family’s service from WW2 onwards. He said he wasn’t sure but he’d get back to me. He got in touch with his cousin who does a lot of family tree stuff and he sent through a ton of information.
Turns out my great grandpa was attached to the 5th Field Ambulance. He landed in Gallipoli as medical support for a number of infantry battalions, and after the Allied evacuation was sent to the Western Front where he worked in a field hospital during major battles like Menin Road, Passchendaele, Ypres, Poziers, and the Somme among others.
This is a picture from the Australian War Memorial, where the prime minister Billy Hughes is addressing the brigade a couple of days before the battle of Hamel.
“U.S. nurses walk along a beach in Normandy, France on July 4, 1944, after they had waded through the surf from their landing craft. They are on their way to field hospitals to care for the wounded allied soldiers.”
25 Days of Outlander- Day 5: Favorite Claire Outfit
While there were many season 2 outfits that were quite beautiful (duh), this is my favorite Claire outfit. In the lead up to Prestonpans, Claire and a group of women set up a field hospital. In this episode, we really saw her strength and skill, not just as a nurse, but also as a leader and organizer. The costume was practical, earthy, appropriate for the setting and work they were doing. I also see this outfit as being authentically Claire - the healer, the woman who always helps and cares for others, who has a huge heart, who loves with her whole being. Even in the utter simplicity of this costume, her beauty is so apparent.
A++ will always try to give you prompts! Peggy/Daniel Captain America AU. Like, Daniel was selected for the experimental program instead of Steve.
There was nowhere to knock at a makeshift privacy curtain hung up in a field hospital tent, so Peggy stood for a moment, steeling herself, before she lifted the curtain and let herself into the enclosure.
The small, private space was lit dimly with an omnidirectional light filtering through the canvas wall of the tent, a ghostly reflection of the sunlight outside. The sickroom stink of blood and sweat hit her, and Peggy steeled her face to impassivity.
The young man in the bed struggled up on his elbows, blinking weakly at her. “Ma'am?” he rasped out, and then, taking in her officer’s uniform, struggled to salute.
“At ease, Sergeant Sousa.” She sat down at his bedside so as not to loom over him. He followed her with his bleary gaze, still looking baffled. Women wearing the female version of various Allied military uniforms were not terribly uncommon away from the front; there were WAAFs and WACs and other women’s auxiliary branches from a number of countries. But here, on the edge of a battlefield, they were vanishingly rare. The clipboard in her hands suggested she was here on official business, and Sousa’s weak gaze went to it.
“I’ve come to make you an offer, Sergeant.” She wished Erskine had done this part, or Colonel Phillips, but she knew both were desperately busy with their own tasks. And she had come to understand that she must be grateful for the crumbs thrown to her if she wanted to have field work at all. “We’re seeking volunteers for a project that the Americans are working on.”
Sousa sank back down onto pillows that were soaked with morphine sweat. “Ma'am, maybe they didn’t tell you …” His hand circled over the blanket draped over his legs, the unnatural depression where the right one should be.
“They told me,” she said. “I’ve read your file. And you are exactly what we are looking for. We need men who have distinguished themselves for great bravery on the battlefield.”
Sousa looked away. His eyes, sunk in dark circles in his pale face, sought the tent wall rather than her face. “Don’t know what anyone’s told you, but I didn’t do a thing anybody wouldn’t'a done.”
“I heard you saved half your platoon, Sergeant, at great cost to yourself,” she said quietly. Turning the clipboard so he couldn’t see it, she made a quick note.
Sousa smiled faintly. “That’s not how it was. Hell – uh, heck, ma'am, I hardly even remember it. Just smoke and gunfire and confusion. I did what I had to, and I don’t regret it, but if you’re looking to pin a medal on somebody, or get some joe to make speeches for the folks back home – I’m sorry. I don’t want any part of it.”
“That’s not what we want at all,” she said, and finally, reluctantly, he rolled his head toward her again. His dark eyes, glistening with a fever glaze, settled on her, and she read curiosity in them … and an intensity, even in his present condition, that made her look down, flipping to a new page on her clipboard.
This was the one with the consent form.
“Sergeant Sousa,” she said, “let me tell you about Project Rebirth.”
You know, after I got hit, at the field hospital, the chaplain asked me was there anybody I wanted to send my effects to should, you know, the worst happen. I told him I didn’t think my dad had much use for two pairs of green socks and an old paper bag. Let him remember my life, you know? ‘Course, I didn’t die, which was inconvenient ‘cause the chaplain had already trashed my footlocker. Still missing half my stuff… can’t find my leg anywhere.
The above is a restored photo. A young fighter from the Danh Son Huol Cambodian ethnic group was taken to a field hospital in the forest of U Minh after being wounded in a United States air raid. The hospital stood hidden in a swamp on the Viet Cong-controlled peninsula of Ca Mau. Sept. 15, 1970.
Injured boys receive medical assistance in a field hospital, after what activists said was an airstrike by forces loyal to Syria’s President Bashar al-Assad, in the Duma neighborhood of Damascus, February 3, 2015. (REUTERS/ Mohammed Badra)