How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)
Quote #7
"Military justice is rough justice," Dr. Hutchings said, "or no justice at all." But he went on to say he'd end up in uniform, doctoring for the army. He had thought he'd do more good as a "contract surgeon," a civilian doctor, but he was finding out different. (10.42)
Poor Dr. Hutchings. He doesn't have to go into battle as a doctor, but his job is no picnic, either.
Quote #8
He stands between us in his forage cap, proud in his big new uniform that he seems to be peering out of, not wearing. But his arms hang stiff at his sides, the cuffs to his knuckles, a soldier boy before the battle. There's something missing in his eyes, a vacancy, as if he couldn't wait and has gone on ahead. (13.4)
Now this image of Noah just gives us the shivers. He's gone all visionary on us, just like Cass and Calinda. Does he see the loss of his arm up ahead?
Quote #9
We pushed forward in the mob when the first gangplank came down. The able-bodied carried the wounded on litters. Now we saw sights we'd been spared in the hospital tent. Blood soaked through the stretchers from the stumps of legs until the gangplank ran with it. We heard the cries of the torn and saw a boy who'd been shot full in the face. But it wasn't Noah because this boy's matted hair was black.
No one had witnessed the fruits of war till now. Men in the crowd wept like children. Women shrieked and keened and fell on their knees. But we didn't. We might miss Noah. (13.19-20)
Sounds awful. It's so strange to think of people literally waiting a few miles upriver for the results of a battle. Think of it: a loved one could go a short distance away to fight and might come back fine, wounded, or dead.