ABSTRACT
"Chungking was bombed again today." With somber regularity my morning paper reports these air attacks as I start the day's round of patients here in my Annapolis office. The city's utilities, I am told, rendered temporarily useless time after time have been promptly returned to public service. At the siren's first signal, "All clear!" the engineer corps remove debris and repair the gaping shell pits in the broad new motor roads. Few military or industrial objectives have been seriously damaged. Whether the short, stocky invaders playing their game of death so gaily in the sky are just poor marksmen or whether they find themselves unable to resist destroying schools, hospitals, and refugee camps, it is difficult to decide. However that may be, it is these benevolent institutions, residential districts, and the modern steel and plate-glass business section that lie in smoldering ruin; while the American Hospital, as yet miraculously unharmed, is filled to capacity with the shattered bodies, not of soldiers, but of helpless civilians. https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9781315810461/4eab397c-1767-44f7-80e6-ab85f6baf550/content/fig3_B.tif" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/>
