Letter from A Private To A Convalescent Nurse After He Had Returned To The Front by Owen Turner

I am writing to say I have an infection in my leg,
And because I am thinking about the smell of disinfectant,
the cleanliness and the way you brought order to my chaos,
during my time on the ward.
I am writing to you because my wound was dressed so roughly today
by the adjutant and I am remembering your gentle caring touch
as you dressed my wounds.
I am writing to you because today a piece of shrapnel was taken
out of my leg- no whiskey. They had run out of it.
I am writing to you because of the pain.
I am writing to you because yesterday I could not hear the officers’ commands.
Today I am on iron rations for thirty days.
I am writing to you because I am in tears when I think of your face
but please do not think of me with pity
Rather send me courage to face another dawn.