A first-person account of wartime hospital service describes the daily labor of organizing wards, nursing the wounded, and managing scarce supplies amid constant demand. The narrator relates poignant bedside moments and deaths, practical improvisations, and repeated anxieties over theft, discipline, and logistics. Interpersonal episodes with soldiers, volunteer nurses, attendants, and domestic helpers illustrate tensions of class, race, and gender under strain. Anecdotes alternate with reflections on duty, fatigue, small consolations, and the moral and emotional costs of sustained caregiving in a conflict setting.