Part,  Chapter

 1     I,     III|         carry our less fortunate, wounded or maimed fellow-travellers
 2     I,       V|         iron bar. He was severely wounded by the ferocious reptile,
 3     I,    VIII|         pretend to look after the wounded so that they themselves
 4    II,       V|         don't start - was not yet wounded to death, and you will have
 5    II,     XII|       gory field, and take up the wounded, friend and foe alike. The
 6    II,     XII|           French had taken up the wounded and nursed them faithfully,
 7    II,     XII|           enemy would take up the wounded, was deemed preposterous
 8    II,     XII| victorious French gathered up the wounded.~ ~The first wounded soldiers
 9    II,     XII|          the wounded.~ ~The first wounded soldiers whom we treated
10    II,     XII|           blood, and the dead and wounded were lying about in ditches,
11    II,     XII|         and he will gather up the wounded, unless we prevent this
12    II,     XII|           the dying groans of the wounded. But the French mitrailleuses
13    II,     XII|          took from the field were wounded by these splinters. As we
14    II,     XII|       picked up our beds with the wounded, and retreated with all
15    II,     XII|        other. The neighing of the wounded horse mingled with the last
16    II,     XII|        horses, with their dead or wounded riders hanging in the saddle,
17    II,    XIII|       they who took charge of the wounded. Of course, each corps was
18    II,    XIII|           marauders away from the wounded. Once I had a narrow escape
19    II,    XIII|          head gunner was severely wounded. I took him on my shoulders,
20    II,    XIII|          I had hastily placed the wounded officer on the waggon, I
21    II,    XIII|          three cart-loads of real wounded men, with wounds got from
22    II,    XIII|         to custom, picking up the wounded where the fight was the
23    II,    XIII|             Hecuba - that is, for wounded French soldiers?"~ ~The
24    II,    XIII|            look! Your forehead is wounded."~ ~"A mere scratch with
25    II,    XIII|        prisoner! Bismarck fatally wounded! Price of rentes, 1 franc
26    II,     XIV|         pack off."~ ~"But you are wounded!" she cried out, as I took
27    II,     XVI|        arms. MacMahon is severely wounded, and General Wimpffen has
28    II,     XVI|           sight of my uniform, my wounded forehead, and the légion
29    II,    XVII|       pangs and lacerations of my wounded self-esteem for ever. You