A painful wait
After being shot and wounded, George Ramage had what must have been an excruciating wait of 15 hours, after first aid, in a frontline trench before he could make his way to a dressing station at nightfall.
His diary entry for 18 June 1915 gives us a graphic account of his plight:
'"You might bandage up this I said to man next to me — he took out his bandage and I heard officer say he would bandage it — felt I was being engulfed in a Maelstrom — felt him stuffing a loose finger into the bandaging …
'As this is written while my hand is painful and bleeding and while I am waiting for dark before going to dressing station — my blood on trench wall beside me — my waterproof sheet torn — the bullet probably came through the earth in front of our trench.'
