My grandfather served as a medic in France during WWI. I try to pass this on to my kids. Their sacrifice should not be forgotten, it must be be passed on and remembered.
My great-uncle was in WWI. Ironically, his mother kept him out of the mines that had killed several of his brothers. On the last day of the war, he was in a large shell hole and wanted a smoke. No one on his side of the hole had a match, so he began making his way to a group on the other side. Half way across, a shell landed in the crater and killed everyone but him. His leg was torn open, and he spent years in a hospital recovering.
Medic was a tough job in WW I. The extent and severity of WW I battle wounds was horrific, the Germans sometimes targeted medics, and the treatments available were rudimentary. Morphine and a death away from shot and shell was often the best that could be done.