Drill: They lay throughout the corridors
\nin building C, the poxed, the exploded,
\nthe burned, the silent motionless
\nvictims of unknown blows and wars
\nwe couldn\u2019t name. We wore our new white
\ncoats, necks draped with stethoscopes,
\nclipboards clutched to our too young
\nchests and at each station we made
\nfoolish decisions, we failed to choose
\nthe right medication, the right diagnostic
\ntest, the level for triage. We doomed
\nour patients. Then they sat up in their
\nwounded diseased bodies and tore off
\ntheir plasters, awake and soon walking.
\nWe\u2019d failed to save a single patient.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kelley J. White Drill: They lay throughout the corridors in building C, the poxed, the exploded, the burned, the silent motionless victims of unknown blows and wars we couldn\u2019t name. We wore our new white coats, necks draped with stethoscopes, clipboards clutched to our too young chests and at each station we made foolish decisions,… <\/p>\n