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[explosion]

Ah Jesus.

I'm Norville, but everyone calls me Pat.

A book of verses underneaththe bough, a jug of wine,

a loaf of bread, and thou.

That's how I feel about you, Alice.

HILDA STEELE: Our boys are getting slaughtered

at Gallipoli, and theones that pull through get

sent straight back to be killed.

I feel like a chewed uppiece of string most days.

OLIVE HAYNES: [CRYING] My hair is revolting.

[crying]

Major Prior, this is Alice,Sister Alice Ross-King.

Lovely to meet you, Major.

And you too, Sister.

Syd's been declared unfit for all service.

He's being sent away forthree months to recuperate.

Sent where?

Home.

Afraid I'm still a little slow up top.

ALICE ROSS-KING: If you gohome, you'll be with Syd.

You'll be able to give him proper care.

OLIVE HAYNES: So, wither next, ladies?

I imagine France.

It's something of a hot spot.

Are you going to marryme, Harry Laurie Moffitt?

Well, if you'll marry me, Alice Ross-King.

[music playing]

[chatter]

ALICE ROSS-KING: My darling Harry.

Well, after leaving Egypt andcrossing the Mediterranean,

we were a week hanging around Marseilles.

[MUSIC - PETER DAWSON, "SONG OF AUSTRALIA"]

Olive!

I'm mad with purpose.

PETER DAWSON: [SINGING] Thereis a land where summer skies

are gleaming with 1,000 eyes.

Blending in witching harmonies, in harmony.

[laughter]

ALICE ROSS-KING: We've been three long days now

traveling to Rouen.

With so much time spent on the siding,

most of the Aussie 1stDivision passes on the way up.

But though I looked and looked,none of those hundreds of men

was the one of whom I dream.

Oh, love of my heart, itseems impossible to live away

from you.

I'm hoping and prayingyou are already in France,

and that we will see each other soon.

[train whistle]

OLIVE HAYNES: Miss Hilda Steele, thank you.

Off you go.

And Pete, your milliner's delight.

Apparently, my hats are are a fright.

I've forgotten my grip.

OLIVE HAYNES: Oh, I'm sureit's in here somewhere.

Come on, new boys, slow goes over.

Excuse me.

What battalion are you with?

The 2nd.

Oh, you were at Gallipoli.

Can you tell me if the21st has arrived in France?

Sister, they could be anywherefrom Salonica to Southampton.

And from what I've seen of France,

they're better off staying there.

OLIVE HAYNES: Alice, come on.

GRACE WILSON: Come along, sisters.

Move along all together, yes.

All right.

Form two lines, that's it.

That's right.

[martial music playing]

Oh, Queen Alexandra's Imperials!

Hello, there!

Skirts.

That must be the CO.

P's and Q's, girls.

Colonel De Crespigny?

Nursing staff of Number 1 HGH ready for duty.

And most welcome, Matron.

But I'm afraid Number 1 isn't ready in return.

Here we go again.

I'd hoped to be opening tomorrow,

especially with the armyincreasing action at the front.

But the site we've beenallotted by high command is--

it requires some amendments.

GRACE WILSON: My nurses will be on hand to stock

and open the wards as they become ready.

And that's what I'd planned for you too.

But high command have decidedthat until we're open,

you're to be deployed at BritishNumber 11, in their wisdom.

Yes sir.

My adjutant will show youto your living quarters.

So we're not working in our own hospital?

It seems we're to help the British.

Oh, nice.

Working with the Queen Alexandra's!

OLIVE HAYNES: I know.

Hey!

You've got to unpack.

SERGEANT: Are you listening to me?

Left, just left.

Got cotton wool in your ears?

The other left, left a bit.

Excuse me.

Has any post arrived?

Wait for the bugle call like everyone else.

Do you know when--

it's just, I'm expecting a letter.

Wait for the bugle call like everyone else.

Right, left, come back out.

WARD SISTER BULLUS: Threecolonials on my ward.

What have I done to deserve this?

Are they staff nurses or VADS ?

Sisters Ross-King, Haynes, andSteele are all fully qualified.

They can do dressings, splints, ferments?

As I said, they're fully qualified.

Well, we're expectinga convoy of convalescents

from the casualty clearing station.

Have the beds made up and ready.

Yes, Sister Bullus.

Ward Sister Bullus.

OLIVE HAYNES: Why are we yet again

the last unit to receive our own facilities?

Honestly, trekking all theway to the MO's latrine

in this weather, it--

[air raid siren]

Do you think that's one of ours or theirs?

One of the orderlies toldme that there were zeppelins

about the other night, and our anti-aircraft

were firing on them.

There's a man by our hut.

Oh, Harry.

Harry!

Oh, Major Prior, I--

hello.

Alice, I thought I'd see howyou're settling in, sisters.

Have you been in camp long?

Ah, we butchers and bakersare practically first in.

Soldiers are just digestivetracts on legs, after all.

Have you had mail?

Mail from a certain lieutenant of the 21st?

I haven't heard from Harrysince before he sailed.

I was hoping he'd be in France, but--

Well, if the way he spoke ofyou to me is anything to go by,

he's raring to get here.

Ladies.

PAT DOOLEY: [SINGING] --aland with summer skies

are gleaming with a 1,000 eyes,blending in witching harmonies,

in harmonies.

Grassy knoll and forest heightare flushing in the rosy light.

And all above is azure light, Australia,

Australia, Australia.

There is a land where honey flows,

where laughing corn luxuriousgrows, land of the myrtle and--

Dooley?

Sister Haynes.

You remember me.

Of course I do.

You're looking very hale.

What have you been doing since Lemnos?

I was at Tel-el-Kebir.

Then moved on to France.

And I arrived here a few days ago.

Been uprooting the entire place ever since.

This is to be ournurses dugout, I suppose,

to protect us from the zeppelins?

No, these are to be your WCs.

Oh, even better.

We're short on facilities.

And I know after Lemnos how much one appreciates

a strategically placed latrine.

I'll leave you to it.

Dooley?

Yeah?

That song?

"Song of Australia?"

Do you know it?

Cheerio.

Carry on, then.

[bugle fanfare]

Mechanics.

Butchers and bakers.

NCOs.

Nurses.

Yes, please, I'll take it.

Officers.

Quartermasters.

This can't be all.

All that came.

Could you have dropped oneor missed it behind the desk?

That's all that came.

I don't understand it.

Harry must be in France by now.

It needs more linseed.

It's been weeks.

He most evidently can't be bothered writing.

The water.

Surely he wouldn't neglectme if he really cared.

Not that much.

Olive, I do know howto make linseed poultice.

Well, you're making a mess of this one.

Concentrate on the matter at hand.

Who is responsible for this?

You?

Or is it another uselessVAD who washed these bowls?

I don't think so, Ward Sister Bullus.

ALICE ROSS-KING: I did them.

You?

But washing is not the job of a sister.

It isn't?

In Australia, both staffnurses and sisters do it.

I don't know how you do things in Australia.

But I'd sack my pantry maid if she

left crockery in this state.

Yes, Ward Sister Bullus.

Honestly, the way we're beingtreated here, you'd think we

were England's enemiesinstead of belonging to her.

[chatter]

GRACE WILSON: Excuse me, Colonel?

Matron Wilson?

I was wondering howmuch longer until Number 1

will be ready for us?

Drains are dug, ward marquees are going up.

We'll be another week fitting them out.

A week?

Very well.

How are you finding workingwith our imperial cousins?

My nurses can work anywhere.

You were on Lemnos, weren't you?

Mm-hm.

I've heard you achieved miraculous things there

under very trying conditions.

Any matron's only as goodas the nurses she leads.

[chatter]

Is your dressinguncomfortable, Private McLeod?

I believe I've got a bout of cianalais.

Is that Gaelic for fever?

No, sister, it's Gaelic for homesickness.

And where is your home?

A wee place called Pettycur.

Pettycur?

What a lovely name.

It's nothing special, it'sjust bare hills and the sea

sparkling on the firth.

The firth-- is that the bay?

Aye, the beautiful Firth of Forth.

I love watching thesun on the water as well.

It's like-- like little bits of jewels.

Ahem, it's 3:00 PM, tea time.

Yes, Private McLeod was justtelling me about his home town.

It's 3:00 PM, tea time.

Oh yes, good.

The tea is almost ready, Ward Sister Bullus.

Is this your idea of a joke?

I beg your pardon?

The handles!

Oh, I'll do it myself.

Slapdash, no sense of order.

You call yourself a military nurse?

What if the CNO came in?

What if he saw the slovenlyway you present things?

I'm very sorry.

Oh, you colonials lack any sense

of what's right and proper.

You're slatterns, the lot of you,

lowering the standards of profession.

That's quite enough.

Sister Steele, you need some fresh air.

Please take a few minutes.

Go back to work, Sister Haynes.

I'll help Ward Sister Bullus with the teas.

I shouldn't have raised my voice to her,

but frankly, ever since your nurses got here,

this ward has been in a complete state.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Has the rate of mortality increased?

Well, no.

The morbidity?

Patients failing to thrive?

Order, Miss Wilson.

A hospital needs order,particularly a military one.

Bed out of line, covers misaligned,

pillows the wrong way.

And they spend far too muchtime fraternizing with the men.

My nurses are absolutelycommitted to their patients.

Well, then they should know that

a tidy well-kept ward is a mental

rest of those who are in it.

I quite agree.

But one wouldn't want to laymore stress on the orderliness

of one's ward than on the careof the patients within it,

would one?

Oh, this is a lovely spot.

Miss Wilson, I'll get back to work.

You can be spared a little longer.

As of the end of shift, the COis recalling us to Number 1.

But our orders--

Well, he's decided it's important

that we're all together and upand running by next Tuesday.

Oh!

That is such a relief.

I always wanted to join the Queen Alexandra's.

When I was little, I saw a picture of one

in a book in her uniform, and I thought,

I want to be like that, calmand competent and useful.

I am so sorry for lettingyou down, Miss Wilson.

How little can be doneunder the spirit of fear?

Do you know who said that?

Florence Nightingale herself.

We and the Queen Alexandra's have

rather different approachesto getting things done,

that's all.

And remember, Sister Steele, to do your duty,

you've left your homehalfway around the world.

It's a lot further than just across the channel.

Return when you're ready.

Thank you.

Miss Wilson, why next Tuesday?

[SINGING] There is a land where summer skies

are gleaming with 1,000 eyes.

Need a hand there?

Welcome back, Sister Haynes.

Thank you, Dooley.

[whistling]

Can't get the tune out of your head, eh?

You know that was penned by your compatriot?

Well, it is called the "Song of Australia."

Well, no, I mean, the author.

She was from Adelaide.

Was she now?

Yeah.

If only I could hold a tune,we might almost be related.

[laughter]

Well.

You missed a bit.

I don't care if I have toclean every bedpan Number 1

possesses.

To be at our own hospitalamongst our own boys--

Chin up, Sister Steele.

You never have to face the Bullus again.

Oh no, it's not so bad, it's just--

next Tuesday is April 25th, a year

since the Gallipoli landing.

A year already?

Miss Wilson was saying that the CO

was organizing a service for those of us

who feel would like one.

ALICE ROSS-KING: A lot of thepatients will want to be there.

OLIVE HAYNES: A lot of them were there.

HILDA STEELE: And now they're here.

As are we.

We should organize somethingourselves for the boys.

The shopkeeper must'vethought I was a chain smoker.

[laughter]

We'll be able to make dozens of gifts, though.

Two or three each.

Took the liberty ofcollecting these for you.

Oh, mail!

Thank you, Mr. Dooley.

Sister McNaughton?

Sister Peters?

Sister Haynes?

And Sister Ross-King.

None from Harry?

Mother and maiden aunts.

What has the prodigaldaughter been sent this time?

Gum leaves?

From my father, the old muffin.

Ah, smells like home.

You know, we should put onewith each gift, and write Anzac,

1916 on each of them.

Make it a real commemoration.

What a marvelous idea.

Oh yes, let's, we could make little--

No.

Well, not no, no.

But the Australian-New Zealand Army Corps--

if we're to have gum leaves,we should have something--

well, something New Zealandishtoo, shouldn't we, do you see?

Yes.

Well, aren't you the emphaticone these days, Sister Steele?

What's a New Zealandish floral emblem?

A silver fern?

Ferns grow hereabouts, andwe could paint some silver.

Oh, I have watercolors!

But no silver among them.

Never mind.

The gum leaves will do.

Excuse me.

I might be able to help.

[music playing]

Isn't that Dooley a chap?

Fancy him helping us out like that.

He wasn't really helping us out.

What do you mean?

Olive, he got this paint for you.

He's sweet on you, you simpleton.

Don't be silly.

Of course he isn't.

He's always bumping intoyou, doing you little favors.

No, that is a coincidence.

He watches you with very love-lorn eyes.

For goodness sake,Alice, there is a war on.

Not everyone has love on the brain.

Have it your way.

WARD SISTER BULLUS: Have youpermission to be cutting those?

I asked the quartermaster, and he

told me it would be all right.

WARD SISTER BULLUS: Nice work, Sister, though

a little early for Christmas.

It's for Anzac Day.

Anzac Day?

Never heard of it.

No.

Well, today, it's a year sincethe start of the campaign

at the Dardanelles.

Did something special happen there?

Yes, it did.

Excuse me.

COLONEL DE CRESPIGNY: Many of you

were there at Gallipoli,just 12 short months ago.

And those of you who weren't,doubtless you know someone who

faced those terrible cliffs.

For many, to have actuallybeen at Gallipoli that day,

carrying out the landing, facing the Turkish guns

was an easier thing than it is to be

here in commemoration of it.

For it is a painful thingto remember those brave men

of Anzac we have lost forever.

While words are a poor responseto the sacrifices of war,

I was struck by this poem.

"They went with songs to the battle.

They were young, straightof limb, true of eye,

steady and aglow.

They were staunch to theend against odds uncounted.

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old aswe that are left grow old.

Age shall not weary them,nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

we will remember them.

[WHISPERING] We will remember them.

[issuing a command]

[horse neighing, birds chirping]

[bugle playing "the last post"]

[chatter]

That was very decent of you the other day.

Pardon?

The Anzac gifts.

All the other blokes, they'restill talking about it.

Oh, it was nothing, was it, girls?

I doubt 10 people in 1,000would have done what you did.

Kindness and compassion and--

kindess.

We need more saline.

I-- that is my mates and I--we've done something in return

for you, when you get a moment.

It's not a shower!

You grab a bucket, fetch somewarm water from the copper.

Put the bucket up on the hook.

A tug or two on this shouldgive you a reasonable sluice.

And here, some hooks for your things.

Oh, it's wonderful!

Thank you, Mr. Dooley.

Yes, thank you so much.

Hope you approve too, Sister Haynes.

I remember on Lemnos, you said you didn't

have proper bathing facilities and you

had to cut your hair short.

Well, now you can be a regular Rapunzel.

I don't have time for long hair anymore.

I've long since learnedto make do with a bucket.

But I'm sure many of the other girls

will avail themselves of your efforts.

Hadn't we better be getting back?

Thank you, Mr. Dooley.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Everyone's talking ofan offensive east of here,

someplace called the Somme Valley.

The boys are saying we'remaking a big decisive push,

and should break through in a few days.

Yes, well, let's hope that's finally true.

Hm.

Dooley's not here.

I haven't seen him for a couple of days.

You're giving me adisapproving glower too, eh?

No, not disapproving.

But you were rather hard on the poor old chap.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, for-- you do nowconcede that Dooley likes you?

Well, possibly, but--

And you like him too?

Of course you do!

Whatever my feelings, this isn't the time

for that sort of thing.

Somehow, I don't think we're going

to beat the Germans any faster if you don't

fall in love with Mr. Dooley.

Whatever my feelings,Alice, there is no point.

I could be shipped back to Egypt, or England.

And Dooley-- the army could sendhim to India, Greece, anywhere.

And then where would we be?

This is love, Olive.

Love-- you haven't seen Harry for weeks.

You don't even know if he's alive.

That's not love, that's misery.

[bugle call]

[chatter]

Oh Christ!

GRACE WILSON: The woundedare from British as

well as Australian divisions.

Many have been lying in no-man's land for days.

Expect gunshot wounds,shrapnel, tetanus, and gangrene.

Clean and prep for surgery as you

go, and the doctors will be round as they can.

Major Springer?

Can you keep a lookout for Harry?

Of course we will.

My feet-- they'll be all right, won't they?

The doctor will be here in a moment.

Is it all right if I take yourdressings down, have a look?

Now that sounds like an American accent.

What were you doing in the British army?

I-- I jumped a ship, cameto London, and joined it.

A stowaway?

How romantic.

You're an Aussie?

I am indeed.

You weren't fighting alongsideany Australian battalions,

were you?

Yeah, the 45th.

MAJOR SPRINGER: This one to surgery fast.

[groaning]

Oh, shoot!

You can fix them, can't you, Sister?

What have we got?

He stepped on a landmine.

Both legs had massive wounds.

Gangrene's having a fieldday with the right one.

Prep him, this one belowthe knee, this one above.

Is he going to operate?

Private Winterhalder--

Chuck.

Chuck, the injuries to your legs

are very serious, so serious, Major

Springer's decided that theonly option is amputation.

The left will beamputated below the knee.

But the right has become gangrenous,

so the amputation will need to be higher.

But this surgery is thevery best option for you.

It'll stop the spread of infection,

and give you a good chance of recovery.

Chuck, do you understand what I've told you?

Great, thank you.

[coughing]

None of these are from Harry's battalion.

I checked, the 21st wasn't involved.

[groaning]

ALICE ROSS-KING: What havethe Red Cross sent this time?

OLIVE HAYNES: Eggs from English girls.

Dear brave Tommy, whomever youmay be, please enjoy this egg

and write back Miss MapleBennett, Guildford, Surrey.

To a gallant soldier from agrateful Miss Ruby Stonehaven,

Ellingham, Hampshire.

War is clearly good for egg romances, at least.

Another gas gangrene?

Major Springer thinkshe's got all the infection,

but the poor boy is very weak.

Give him Miss Ruby Stonehaven.

[kitten meows]

Ssh!

ALICE ROSS-KING: What on earth?[kitten mews]

Where did he come from?

Oh, I found him.

Or he found me.

After they took off--

after they were done, I waslying here, and he jumped up.

Oh, a little tiger, ain't he?

You like cats?

[kitten purring]

I used to bring home so many strays,

Mom took to calling me Tom.

She must miss you.

[kitten purring]

Mom and Dad divorced a few years back.

They ain't taken too muchof an interest in me since.

I'm sure that's not true.

I ain't had any letters since I left.

That kind of says it all, don't it?

Perhaps she has written,but it's got lost in the post.

Doesn't mean she doesn't care about you.

[kitten purring]

Do you reckon I can keep him on my bed?

[coughing]

[horse neighing]

Sister Ross-King?

Late mail came in from Belleau.

When I saw this, I thought I'd save you

the trouble of turning up again at bugle call,

giving me grief with big sad eyes.

[horse neighing]

[gasping]

HARRY MOFFITT: My dearest heart,I hope all is well in far away

Rouen.

As for me-- well, something's changed.

I have been transferred to the 53rd Battalion

and been made adjutant.

We are still in Egypt.

It's very lovely in Ismailia.

Sunsets-- yes, more sunsetsof orange and gold, the scent

of cloves and spice to keepfresh my memories of our time

together.

Harry's safe!

He's with a different battalion.

He's still in Egypt, but he's safe.

That is wonderful news!

[sighing]

HARRY MOFFITT: We are, however,to sail for France any day,

where I hope soon to getleave and see my one and only

Alice in Wonderland.

Oh, he'll be here in France very soon.

HARRY MOFFITT: I love you.

As ever and always, youhave all my heart, Harry.

ALICE ROSS-KING: Oh, everything's all right.

[sighing]

[knocking at door]

Come in, Sister Haynes.

I-- I've noticed that a certain orderly

hasn't been about recently, and I was

just hoping he wasn't unwell.

Which orderly?

Dooley.

Mr. Dooley-- no, no, he's not unwell.

Oh, that's good.

- He's gone. - Gone?

To England.

He was selected for officer training.

I-- will he be coming back?

Yes, but not to Number 1, of course.

As an officer, he'll gowherever the army decides.

With his current bigpush, probably the Somme.

Had you and he become personal friends?

No.

I would have liked to say goodbye.

Well, we're none of us mastersof our own fate at the moment,

I'm afraid.

These last few days have been very challenging.

We've had hundreds of patients admitted.

But, as you have done since we left Australia,

you have made me proud to be a nurse,

and even prouder to be your matron.

Which is why this is so very hard to say.

I'm leaving Number 1 HGH.

The AIF matron-in-chief istaking furlough to Australia,

and I am to be her replacement in London.

We nurses started this war with battles

on two sides, the enemy, of course, and the army.

The army has not always understood us,

and we have not always understood

the army very well, either.

Things have improved a little,but we're still something

of a disconnected body.

I'm hoping in my new positionto do my part to bridge

that disconnection, to help thearmy better understand how we

work and what we need so we can better

do what we're here for, carefor our sick and wounded men.

Miss Wilson?

Sisters!

We've come to drink your health.

Oh, that's very kind, butthe army waits for no man,

and certainly no woman.

Colonel, is has been an honor.

Matron Wilson, thank you.

[inaudible]

Thank you, Miss Wilson.

Thank you.

Oh, Sister Ross-King.

Goodbye, Miss Wilson.

You've made me very proud.

Keep up the good work.

Goodbye!

Goodbye, Miss Wilson!

Good luck, Matron.

- Goodbye, Miss Wilson. - Bye, Miss Wilson.

Well, we can still drink to her health,

as it's our day off.

I want to write to Harry.

You wrote to him yesterday.

You're hopeless.

What about you?

I'm afraid I can't, Olive.

I have a mountain of mending, not

a stocking fit to be seen in.

Kit and I are going to the engineer's concert.

Jessie?

I'm on night duty, I have to sleep.

You lot of wet blankets!

This is Miss Wilson we're talking about!

To Miss Grace Wilson, the very best

matron this side of the front line.

This side of the equator.

To Alice's Lieutenant Moffitt.

Go it, Harry.

To Mr. Dooley, you go andbecome an officer, Mr. Dooley.

Good on you!

[groaning]

Olive!

Olive!

Please don't shout.

It's from Harry!

I've got a telegram from Harry.

He's in France, heading to the front.

And he's going to pass through Rouen.

Well, that's marvelous.

Isn't it?

And that's not the best part.

Dear Major Prior did all in his power to find out

when the 53rd's train is due.

And?

It's today, Olive.

I'm going to see Harry today.

[WHISPERING] Oh, sorry.

[train whistle]

[chatter]

Hello, Australia!

Oh, hello!

You're a long way from home too, eh?

Yes, indeed. Are you the 53rd?

Better than that.

But every man and his dogare coming north these days.

Oh, thank you, and good luck.

Good luck to you too, sweetheart!

[train whistle]

Train movements must have shifted.

Or the 53rd were never comingthrough here to begin with.

Five minutes would have done.

Just a glimpse.

Next time.

Kitty?

Kitty!

Jessie, the boy in bed six?

The American?

He died just after I came on shift.

Sepsis.

There was a kitten on his bed.

I tried to catch it, but it ran away.

[coughing]

Someone should write to his mother.

To Mrs. M. Winterhalder, New York City.

Dear Mrs. Winterhalder, by now you

will have received official notification

of the passing of your son,Private Chuck Winterhalder.

I nursed PrivateWinterhalder at Number 1--

OLIVE HAYNES: Dear, Mrs.Lindsey, your son, Sapper James

Lindsey, spent his last days at Number 1 HGH,

where it was my privilegeto care for him,

and enjoy his specialcompany and bright smile.

He particularly asked me to send you

this lock of his hair, which I enclose

here with my deep condolences.

Yours, Sister--

HILDA STEELE: --only imagine how very hard

his passing will be for you.

He was most anxious that hislove for you be passed on.

ALICE ROSS-KING: Though very frail,

Corporal Jones still managedto enjoy his porridge,

though he confided to me itwasn't nearly as good as your.

OLIVE HAYNES: Passed away fromwounds received in battle,

but never once complained.

HILDA STEELE: Sergeant Abrahamswas always ready with a smile

for those around him.

OLIVE HAYNES: It is with deep regret

that I write these few lines to you.

I only met your brother when he--

WOMAN: --expressed a particularfondness for the birds

he could see from the trenches.

Suffering a severe shell wound of the chest--

ALICE ROSS-KING: --known and loved

by all the boys, was buried this afternoon

in a military cemetery, a happysoul, whom it was my pleasure

and privilege to nurse.

[melancholy music]

Olive?

There's an officer asking for you.

If it's Major Springer with more

complaints about blunt surgical scissors,

tell him I have syphilis.

OLIVE HAYNES: So how didyou find officer's training?

PAT DOOLEY: Well, I learntto be shouted at by men with

many more shoulder pips than I. I'm very

clearly officer material.

Well, we certainly missed you around here.

- Have you? - Oh yes.

Been in a frightful tear,convoys coming in at all hours.

We've needed every orderly we can get.

But I'm so glad that you've popped back.

I have to thank you for the--

for the shower stall.

After my lack of enthusiasm, I am--

I have become somewhat of a shower hog.

[LAUGHING] So thank you, Mister--

Lieutenant Dooley.

Wish you'd call me Pat.

Sister Haynes-- Olive--

I have thought of nothing but you

ever since I first saw you on Lemnos.

And at risk of being laughedat, I believe I am altogether

hopelessly in love with you.

And I was wondering--

hoping-- that you might feel something for me.

I realize I'm being abrupt,but there's so little time,

and given the circumstances,time is of the essence.

Just have to be straight with things.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's not-- it's--

[music playing]

[MUSIC - PAT DAWSON, "SONG OF AUSTRALIA"]

[SINGING] There is a land where

summer skies aregleaming with 1,000 eyes,

blending in witching harmonies--

Olive!

For God's sake, where are you going?

You're not going outdressed like that, are you?

What's she doing?

Sorry!

[train whistle]

[interposing voices]

Sorry!

PAT DOOLEY: Sister Haynes.

OLIVE HAYNES: Dooley!

I mean, Lieutenant--

I didn't expect to see you.

Yes, you see, I'm going tovolunteer for the casualty

clearing station.

There's one quite near--

quite near to Azab.

I see.

Do you, though?

You were right, sometimesone has to put their fears

aside and seize the moment.

Carpe diem and all that.

Do you really take my meaning?

ANNOUNCER: [speaking french]

I-- I have to go.

Pat!

[cheering]

So that's what you mean.

[whistle]

ALICE ROSS-KING: The number of gos

you've had at me for chasing men,

and here you are chasing onepractically to the front line?

I can't bear to be without him.

I hope you don't have any of my words

written down someplace, Alice.

Because I believe I owe it toyou to eat quite a lot of them.

They're probably morenourishing than bully beef.

Hello there, Corporal.

You lie still while Itake your dressings down.

It's all right, you're quite safe.

[screaming] - Alice!

[interposing voices] Are you all right?

ORDERLY: Hold him! - [SCREAMING] Get away!

Get off! Get away!

Get away from me! [CRYING] Get away!

ORDERLY: Hold still.

[wailing]

Hold still.

[sighing]

[music playing]

[chatter]

[laughter]

[background conversations]

That's disgusting.

Look at it.

[background conversations]

[gentle music]

--up here.

So we're very bucked and ready for the six years.

Hello there, Major!

We've had the loveliest picnic.

I wish you could have joined us.

Would you like a strawberry?

Something wrong?

I-- there was a battle last week

at a place called Fromelles.

The 53rd battalion were sent up for it

and were heavily involved.

Harry?

Lieutenant Moffitt--

Harry-- Harry was killed.

I'm so sorry, Alice.

I'm so, so sorry.

OLIVE HAYNES: Alice.

[music playing]

You're off to Azab?

How is she?

The post came.

HILDA STEELE: Oh no.

Can you?

- Take care. - You too.

And Alice-- goodbye, Alice.

Alice?

Alice, something's come for you.

A letter.

HARRY MOFFITT: Dearest heart of mine,

we are right in the thick of it all again.

This afternoon, we had a severe bombardment.

But as you can see, I am quite fit.

All is over now, and I'll have to get

away, as I have lots to do.

If only I could have one littlekiss and one hug, how happy

I would be.

Ruins are on every hand,and the magnificent groves

of poppies and cornflowersmake a wonderful contrast

to the surrounding scene of desolation.

The trenches are a great improvement

to those at Gallipoli, butthe work, darling, is long.

I seem to be going day and night.

I get down for a moment, then I'm called up.

I love you long and dearly, love of mine.

So think longingly of me, and dream

that I am, as you know I amin your waking moments, ever

your sweetheart, Harry.

[crying]

[music playing]

ALICE ROSS-KING: I haven'theard from his battalion,

but each day I pray that this terrible news

will be contradicted.

If the Germans found him and he was dead, then

why isn't his name on the list?

You're here!

What are you doing here?

That's it.

I can't.

Sister, you'll have to finish the anesthetic.

What if I give him too much?

A few drops at a time.

One

One.

They've announced an anesthetist training

program for nurses.

It put a few noses out of joint,but it's a good initiative.

That's the gas.

Help me!

[groaning]

Stay here!

If they're moving, talking, fix them up.

They're needed back on the front.

What if they're dying?

Our orders are to concentrateon the ones that aren't.

[music playing]