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Show Practical experience in surgery was a necessary part of our training as medicine men of the future. We were in medical school, where white-coated students learned about anatomy and chemistry, what makes man tick and how his life can be saved. There was always a stench of formaldehyde in the halls, and a tinkle of thin, steel instruments bathing in antiseptic. The stack of books we studied were piled as tall as the jokes around the campus concerning our department cadavers. Tomorrow's skilled surgeons, laboratory technicians, hospital directors, country doctors, and Army Medical Corps men worked together to learn the troubles of mankind and how to cure them. Some days we got mad at the terms we must digest, and we felt blue when we thought of the long years of schooling we had still ahead of us. But other days we were filled with enthusiasm for our chosen profession. We had to maintain a high average to remain in medical school, so our social life was limited. We were the students of the School of Medicine. 95 |