She took up her friend's wrist and searched for a pulse. Oh my Lord, she couldn't find it!
H.M.S. Lakhota, March 23rd, 1941. Long into the night, Maria sat beside Katarina, talking to her, checking her pulse and temperature, bathing her forehead with a cool damp cloth and generally praying and encouraging her to pull through. Occasionally she would check on the other patients, some of whom gave her words of support, and to others, she would offer a few words of her own,...Read On