406 Menders of Men... After the smoke and flame of Blitz, after the crash and shock of fighting convoy, after the strain and roar and thirst of battle— Quiet... and those white caps moving silently, efficiently about the ward. A kind face leaning over— "How are you feeling? Eh—more comfortable? You'll be all right." In the long night watches the shaded lamp of the night nurse is like a star in the dark. A pillow eased... a glass of water. Dawn breaks—at last. Pain grows less—hope returns with a joke.