Synopsis

A TENT that is pitched at the base: A wagon that comes from the night: A stretcher—and on it a Case: A surgeon, who's holding a light. The Infantry's bearing the brunt— O hark to the wind-carried cheer! A mutter of guns at the front: A whimper of sobs at the rear. And it's War! "Orderly, hold the light. You can lay him down on the table: so. Easily—gently! Thanks—you may go." And it 's War! but the part that is not for show.