Imagine you are a Civil War soldier with a mid-19th-century layman's understanding of medicine. Good news: You helped drive the Confederates back and survived the Battle of Shiloh. Bad news: You're wounded, and you've been waiting for a medic for two days on a rainy battlefield. Worse news: To your horror, that wound has started to ... glow. Never mind that archaic understanding of medicine — we're still freaked out 156 years later.
In the Glow of an Angel
When P. Luminescens Comes Marching Home
Written by Reuben Westmaas June 29, 2018
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