Three weeks on a cattle car...

Those are the details you never hear about. How they lugged those wounded men from the battlefield. How they heaved their injured bodies onto the back of a jeep, or horse, or carriage, or whatever mode the soldiers in WWI used as transport. How they had to let them lie, waiting for the train for hours, in bloodied uniform, on the platform, while the sun beat down on their fair European skin. Stretchers, made from scrap Muslin, carrying the injured, loaded into cattle cars for the grueling three week journey to the nearest hospital.

Not because they had to, but because they wanted to live. All in the name of survival.

War is still gruesome, but thank the Lord for helicopters and army tents.