“When all the wounds of war are healed/And hate’s grim sorrows fade/With pulsing heart we’ll read the part/The Red Cross Nurses played,” reads a poem in the Nov. 23, 1918 publication of The Oteen.
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“When all the wounds of war are healed/And hate’s grim sorrows fade/With pulsing heart we’ll read the part/The Red Cross Nurses played,” reads a poem in the Nov. 23, 1918 publication of The Oteen.