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[dr_boyce]

Medical personnel were desperately needed in the camp and the doctor was put straight to work. Disease and illness ran rampant. Most of the soldiers were insufficiently fed and clothed in uniforms heavily worn and abused. The huts protected the majority from the weather but did nothing to combat the prevailing dampness. It sunk into the bones

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[cadet_amara]

Amara looked up when he entered, and was glad it was him. She had his medical tricorder taken apart all over the table and didn't really want to come up with a story to explain it to one of the men. She was still wearing her 18th century clothing, and had her shawl wrapped around her to keep out the cold.

"Long day?"

[dr_boyce]

Normally Phil was quick to respond. But at this particular moment, he didn't know where to even begin. The number of sick was staggering. He was sure he'd lose a patient this evening, a young officer who'd had his leg amputated several weeks ago.

He dropped onto the sleeping cot, looking slightly dazed. "Yes," he finally said.

[cadet_amara]

She looked over at him and noticed his expression. That concerned her, so she got up to see if there was something she could do. "There's stew.... and I managed to get some coffee."

[dr_boyce]

He knows it's more than the average soldier will get in a day. He finds himself strangely not hungry. "You save it for yourself, my dear," he orders.