Reenactment of a battle

[Man being dragged off battlefield]: “My arm! My arm!”

[Narrator, as soldiers hold down man]: There is no dispute that the wounded, and there were over fifty, faced another struggle. The battlefield medicine was primitive. The surgeon wore a bloody apron and this one had a surly bedside manner.

[Surgeon, looking at man on ground]: “It hit the bone. We’ll have to take it off.
Shut up! Shut up!
Gods you’re in the British army…”