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[SCENE 1] Introduction: (In a makeshift hospital in the middle of the Crimean War at night, a lady with a low – lit lamp walks across a hall
FN full of wounded soldiers)
Soldiers *** FLASH TITLE***
[SCENE 2] @Pictures of Nightingale
FN: (against a black background and soft – tone instrumental music) I’m going to tell you something about my life, my name is
[SCENE 2] Florence Nightingale and I was born in the year 1820 in Italy and was named after a great city there. But I grew up in England in
Litte FN a large country house. The story I will tell you starts when I was still a girl, no louder than a mouse. When I imagined the kind of
Old FN life that I would lead and how I would tell my story, And when I got hold of the idea that I might do something with my life, had no
worries---- I wouldn’t let it go…
<*MUSIC: History Has Its Eyes on You (Instrumental) – Hamilton (Medyo slow and mellow)>
[SCENE 11]
[SCENE 11] (FN and nurses arrived at the hospital through a boat).
FN: The journey to Turkey took several weeks. We arrived and it was hot and it reeked. (Walking towards the hospital.) The hospital
itself was in a shell of an old army fort close to the battle field. As we walked towards it, I didn’t quite know what we would find.
Old FN
Whatever we had imagined, this couldn’t have happened.
Soldiers
(FN and other nurses surprised to see wounded, filthy and smelly soldiers howling for pain.)
<MUSIC:>
[SCENE 12]
[SCENE 12] FN: The first thing to hit me was the smell. (The other nurses were feeling like vomiting but FN placed a stern look to them.) The
Old FN stench of sickness and filth. Soldiers lay on the floor in pools of blood. Undressed wounds were covered in flies. (Soldiers were
Nurses being put in one by one and placed on the floor). Sheets such as their wear were covered in lice and maggots. It was a hell on
Soldiers earth!
[SCENE 14]
[SCENE 14] (Nurses walking in with brooms and buckets.)
Nurses First, we swept. I believe that when the wounded came to us they should expect not dirt and disease but good food, clean sheets,
Old FN fresh air and a chance for nature to heal their wounds.
Then, we scrub. That way we would be in charge. Order will prevail and health will be restored. I wouldn’t let my nurses rest until
the place was spotless. I was strict with them and I suspect that they found me rather stern.
Finally, we brought in fresh sheets. And once clean, the hospital will and should stay clean.
(Walking through a clean hospital hallway.)