Clara Barton arrives in London as a dignitary after the civil war, and sits down to discuss her experiences with Florence Nightingale, about the training of nurses. Nightingale greets Barton, and they begin with a little bit of small talk. "Ms. Barton," Nightingale begins, "I have heard that you were a nurse once, in your civil war."
"Well," Barton replied, "there was nothing civil about it. It was absolutely horrific. But we did our best. The men fight, and they commit untold atrocities unto each other, and all we can do is to help. I was on the right side of that war."
"Is there a right side to war? As I'm sure you know, I was in the Crimea and it was especially awful there. There was no…there was no sanitation. I tried to care for the wounded, but there was so much disease and it just ripped through our camp. I think more soldiers died off the battlefield than on it."
"It is difficult. I wish I could be in a position to do something about it. Nobody wants to see these stupid, endless conflicts, but the men make the decisions and they decide to kill each other."
"Don't get me started, Ms. Barton. Don't get me started. I have done many, many things. I have taken the lessons that I learned in Balaklava and started to formalize them to form a coherent vision of nurse training. But this is all I can do. I cannot become...
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