Last weekend, I attended an event at which the weather was rainy, and when not rainy, cold and damp. My family (my immediate "messmates," if you will) had all been sick at one time or an other in August with a respiratory infection of some sort. I felt it coming on as I drove home last weekend, and this entire week, I've endured fever, coughing, congestion, etc. It was miserable. When my daughter had this, it turned into walking pneumonia.
The awful realization I had was this: I went home at about the time I started to feel sick, and still had a fairly lousy week, even when treated with wonderful modern medications. Had I been forced to continue the campaign, I probably would have developed severe infection, possibly quinsy, which would have sent me to a hospital. I can see contracting pneumonia there as the next frightening step. I don't think I ever realized before how easy it could be to become one of those casualties of disease rather than bullets.
Pine River Boys, Co I, 7th Wisconsin
"We're... Christians, what read the Bible and foller what it says about lovin' your enemies and carin' for them what despitefully use you -- that is, after you've downed 'em good and hard."
-Si Klegg and His Pard Shorty