Offering A Hand Up Is Not A

An Institution Or Reform Movement That Is Not Selfish, Must Originate In The Recognition Of Some Evil That Is Adding To The Sum Of Human Suffering, Or Diminishing The Sum Of Happiness.

I May Be Compelled To Face Danger, But Never Fear It, And While Our Soldiers Can Stand And Fight, I Can Stand And Feed And Nurse Them.

My Business Is Stanching Blood And Feeding Fainting Men; My Post The Open Field Between The Bullet And The Hospital. I Sometimes Discuss The Application Of A Compress Or A Wisp Of Hay Under A Broken Limb, But Not The Bearing And Merits Of A Political Movement. I Make Gruel--not Speeches; I Write Letters Home For Wounded Soldiers, Not Political Addresses.

Long Ago I Added To The True Old Adage Of "what Is Everybody's Business Is Nobody's Business," Another Clause Which, I Think, Morethan Any Other Principle Has Served To Influence My Actions In Life. That Is, What Is Nobody's Business Is My Business.

If I Were To Speak Of War, It Would Not Be To Show You The Glories Of Conquering Armies But The Mischief And Misery They Strew In Their Tracks; And How, While They Marched On With Tread Of Iron And Plumes Proudly Tossing In The Breeze, Some One Must Follow Closely In Their Steps, Crouching To The Earth, Toiling In The Rain And Darkness, Shelterless Themselves, With No Thought Of Pride Or Glory, Fame Or Praise, Or Reward; Hearts Breaking With Pity, Faces Bathed In Tears And Hands In Blood. This Is The Side Which History Never Shows.