Somewhere in France

He had told her not to be frightened for him, since he was quite certain that, having been sick in the summer, he had acquired a degree of immunity to the second wave of contagion. He had also warned her that the tonics, potions, and remedies being touted for their flu-repellent properties were nothing more than quack medicine. Vinegar, quinine, spirits, morphia: all were useless. The only thing that worked, in his opinion, was frequent hand washing, avoidance of large gatherings, and the use of

It was her courage, her tenacity, her conviction that she must do her duty, no matter the consequences to herself. That was why he loved her