Shiloh Surgery Nurse assisted a field surgeon, with a wound, that at first seemed fatal, but soon developed into a Strange Tennessee Appetite. The young Confederate trooper had taken a mini in the area of his liver, however since it was through and through, the Doc cleaned the holes thoroughly and sewed him up.
The battlefield nurse watched over the young soldier closely and in a few days, the lad was complaining of severe pain. The Doc examined him carefully and prepared him for emergency surgery. No sooner had he opened the boy up, he determined that the liver had been damaged and removed it immediately.
The learned medical professional knowing that the lad would soon die without his liver, ran to a nearby field, cut a grazing sheep’s throat, removed its liver and sprinted back to the surgery tent, cleaned it thoroughly, laid it out to dry and then proceeded to implant the new organ in the confederate soldier, sewed him up and sent the patient to the nearest hospital to recover.
Several days passed and the surgeon occasionally checked on the progress of his young patient. Surprisingly, the lad was healing and appeared to be on his way to returning to his unit.
Many weeks later the youthful battle field nurse was strolling through camp, when she spied the young trooper and inquired to his health. “How are you feeling?” asked the angel of mercy. The young man replied;
“Fit as a fiddle, Mam, but can’t explain it, I got a strange hankerin for grass.”
Bummer
