A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve.
Clara BartonAbout author
- Author's profession: Public Servant
- Nationality: american
- Born: December 25, 1821
- Died: April 12, 1912
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