It was a hot summer night when Judy was tasked to tend to the wounded prisoners. The French legionnaires were house together in a dungeon deep underneath the fort. The recent battle left many injured and so the nurses were put to task. Judy was young, but surely didn’t think of herself as naïve. At a mere 5 foot , her tiny petite body would sooner make one think she was a child than a woman of 18. Yet her job and responsibilities proved her to be a woman of good character and dutiful nature.
As Jude walked passed the holding cells, the men howled at her. Most of these men haven’t seen a woman in years, and here was a divine angel floating in front of them.
The agony of having a woman as beautiful as Judy walk passed made many wish they too sustained a violent injury just for a chance to be cared for by the angel.