At the Battle of Antietam in 1862, Clara Barton arrived near the Cornfield to find surgeons dressing wounds with corn husks because army supplies were far behind. She handed over a wagonload of bandages she had collected herself. With bullets flying overhead, she cradled wounded men, cooked for them and brought them water. As she knelt to give one man a drink, she felt her sleeve quiver. A bullet had passed through it and killed the man she was helping. She kept working until dark, then pulled out lanterns so the surgeons could go on. She later said she never mended that hole in her sleeve. Real service goes where the need is greatest.
