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Title Facts Forum News, Vol. 5, No. 2, February 1956
Alternate Title Facts Forum News, Vol. V, No. 2, February 1956
Series Title Facts Forum News
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  • Facts Forum
Publisher Facts Forum
Date February 1956
Language eng
Subject
  • Anti-communist movements
  • Conservatism
  • Politics and government
  • Hunt, H. L.
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  • Dallas, Texas
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  • journals (periodicals)
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  • Text
Identifier AP2.F146 v. 5 1956; OCLC: 1352973
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Transcript N burt°' hons would you agree to perforin this operation, pro- The old man breathed again. "Under any conditions even remotely resembling hospital requirements." There is a small town twenty kilometers away with a hospital. I have just learned they have an operating ro°m.^ Can you take the patient there and operate?" ^Naturally; willingly." , We have a truck outside, rather broken down perhaps, °ut it will get you there, ni order the patient carried out. IOu will ride with him." ., ln a matter of moments they were driving slowly 'hro«gh the darkness, over a road full of holes. They frrved at the hospital about eleven o'clock. The commandant of the hospital, already informed by 'l Messenger on horseback, was waiting tensely, his pro- elding eyes betraying his fear of anything varying from nis regular routine. , The operating table is ready." He bowed briefly to tne dd water carrier. "But now I must hurry to the presi- I Pf** of the town Soviet, so we may be assured of elec- ^lc'ty while you work." And he disappeared into the ,! darkness. , The doctor glanced around. The room was fair - at least there wa* „ „io„„ k,M» „nd acrainst one wall was a n stagger* :ed. ly- (I . young on , -nil !CUSt there was a dean table, and against one /erwhelmiM case with instruments. An assistant and a nurse were wait- ln8to help him. i adjoining „ D0 you have „ _ {he doctol paused thoughtfully - lns candles?" . "The requisition has been made, but unfortunately they ■geon-priso^aven't arrived. It isn't time yet, according to the Plan, pendix. An _ Well, a lamp, then?" , , • , with w'haV We have a lamp. Oh, yes," the assistant replied with and a cle*9 priuf, "we always have a lamp at hand." _ Please have it ready here, on the side." 'The wicks are not due to arrive yet, either, but we ng man 1. u will Pcrl Maybe nof t? e,ipect them in three weeks." The patient was moaning terribly when they pi iced mnot uiulee ^ m on ,j|e ta^]e_ Ti,e doctor scrubbed his hands as best dressings' j Cnuld with the small piece of gray soap, looked appre- cnt." bcnrSlVe'y ilt tlle electric light bulb -it was all right - and dier! bee""^ 8?n tr»e operation. ■ old man' -j.i] .'..'^he a minute after opening the abdominal cavity, >ared: "So-' |l)r" K''t suddenly went out. A groan escaped from the on don't. V" °^s °f two men - the doctor and the patient. Have you any kind of light?" The doctor's voice was "°arsc whisper: „„» f Nu." the sin'-' o "Yl.,.,i ,, , . . ,,..,, i n . I I sva° jpie ' voice was trembling, mavhe a torch? A . . ..nfl^lii^. of w"»d or bark?" he added almost inaudibly "' lands at the opened abdomen of the patient. these c„n" th you?^ itry. leavy hadK , N' Response to the assistant's shouting, someone rushed W )vii" a lighted piece of kindling wood. Then another. <** anotheght step. 1, ng (rS'Donr — From each side, sleepy, disheveled heads «vtl( |0|'c'r 'he table with light from the burning sticks of -i uminating the open wound. Perspiration ran freely as it never did in this weather. dirt)' <4°Wn the doct,,!:;forehead, I en when pulling the heavy barrel of water. . . i If ,lritfr**,. last' 'he operation was finished. The incision had '. hall " y en carefully sewed up. Acrid smell of smoke filled the the con"! fftBrtire room. ' y peacefu ■ Si„ld(,nly ,|l(, „„lmialldant of the hospital burst into ' """". almost sobbing in his despair: e nresi'rl„„f „c »t._ c„.„„i agreed to extend the Eessor?" I* 3 i - under xV f "Thc of the Soviet \ r.ws Feb* ACTS Foi«m News, February, 1956 service of electricity, but it went out anyway!" The significance of the scene, with tlie nurse and the assistant beginning to put things away, the doctor bending over the still form of the patient, struck him with sudden force. "What happened? Tell me quickly! This is a very important patient, son of a marshal, a hero. We can have a terrible responsibility!" "Somehow it was all right," the old man replied, already at ease. "If God wills, the patient will live. I did my work, and in Russia — " he hesitated — ". . . in Russia there is no lack of good kindling wood, fortunately. I saw clearly." Within an hour he had returned to his hut to sleep, without any bedclothes and with only his torn rags for covering. Tlie next morning he was again delivering water, methodically and peacefully. And so a few weeks went by... One morning, when he was again doing service as a horse, pulling the water barrel, there stood before him a young and handsome lieutenant, who extended his hand to him and said: "Don't you recognize me, professor?" The old man was startled, realizing as he looked up that he had lost count of the number of barrel loads he still had to deliver. "No, I don't recognize you." "How's that? You have saved my life!" The young man, dressed in a gala uniform covered with medals, certainly did not recall to his mind the sight of the thin body writhing in pain. "I am grateful to you, doctor. I would like to bring you some present. I insist. I have even decided what to give you!" Like a child who couldn't wait to tell an exciting secret, the lieutenant leaned close. "I will get you a bottle of real — you understand? — real red wine from the Crimea! It is very difficult to obtain, but I will get it! Although you prisoners cannot drink wine, according to the rules, I have heard that you will be released soon . . . some agreement, or something. When you are free, the bottle of wine is yours!" From that day, the life of the water carrier was changed. He was summoned to headquarters where he was entrusted with examining the sick. Now he could treat his fellow prisoners, dispense from hard labor those who were most exhausted. He could help his countrymen, with the double satisfaction of working in his professional capacity. He was treated tolerably well, for he was the only doctor for miles around. By this time the Germans were advancing on Russia. After three weeks the Polish prisoners were released in order to form a separate army to fight the Germans. The lieutenant, son of one of the chief Soviet generals, kept his promise. He brought the bottle, but with an apology. Everyone in Russia knows that this special luxury is accessible only to members of the NKVD, or for receptions for foreign dignitaries. He could not obtain a full bottle, but half is better than none at all. From the Crimea! Red wine! Real wine! That was for the operation. . . Actually the doctor knew that it was a royal gift. He thanked his former patient with a smile. Then, with a trembling hand, he poured the wine for his friends into their rusty tin cups, one gulp for each one, especially for those whose misery the doctor knew could not last much longer. Let no one say that merit is not rewarded in Russia, end Page 37 ' fs I 1 II
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