Florence Nightingale

Synopsis: Reflective drama of pioneering nurse, writer and noted statistician Florence Nightingale
Genre: Drama
60 min

(Rowdy chatter and whooping)

What's all the racket for?

War's over, brother.

Peace broke out.

That's nice.

We just won a war, Prime Minister,

and now it appears we've lost

its greatest heroine.

Lost track of her, ma'am, for the time being.

Well, where is she?

l understand the Lord Mayor

was arranging a parade.

The Royal Fusiliers.

She was last seen entering a convent of nuns

in Bermondsey.


- Catholic Nuns?

- Yes, ma'am.

Are we still in England?

l thought you knew the family.

l do.

Highly respected people.

And yet their daughter...

l would say she was always...unusual, ma'am.

(Blast of whistle)

One bundle.

All aboard!

(Train whistle toots)

(War cries)

(Bird caws)





Miss Florence!

Hello, Watson.

Help! Help!


Piano introduction

One dark lonely night

on Crimea's dread shore

There was bloodshed and fighting

the morning before

The dead and the dying lay bleeding around

Some crying for help...

- Help!


..but none could be found

What we need is a miracle

A blooming, human miracle

We need someone to help us where we lie

To make us well

Cos we don't want to die

So what we need is a miracle

A miracle down here right now

(Light applause)

Then God sent his angel to succour the brave

Ten thousand she saved

from an untimely grave

The wounded they love her,

as it can be seen

She's the soldier's preserver

They call her their queen...

Hello, Queenie!

What we got was a miracle!

A blooming, human miracle!

We got a lady when all else did fail

Who made us well,

O, bless Miss Nightingale!

What we got was a miracle

A miracle down here, right now!

(Cheering and applause)

- Rest, rest, and more rest.

- Thank you, Doctor, we'll see to it.

Do you know what they're calling her?

The soldier's preserver.

- Who calls her that?

- All sorts, ma'am. lt's from a song.


A song about Florence?

- Oh, my poor, brave, little girl.

- Come, come, my dear.

My beloved mother and father,

how they fought to keep me at home,

fought all my plans and dreams for myself.

But now that l'm a national heroine,

how proud they are.

They even call me brave.


Brave? For doing my duty?

The soldiers, they were the brave ones.

Lying there strapped down

while their shattered legs were hacked off

and no chloroform for the lower ranks!

l'm still in a rage about it.

Still there.

The tree.

The little bench.

The garden where all my troubles first began.

But then, if Scripture is to be believed,

isn't a garden where all our troubles first began?

l was so young.

l was innocent.

No thoughts of war or disease.

My only struggle how to escape from a life

that was poisoning me with vanity

and social expectations.

But one day something happened

that changed me forever.

l remember...sunlight so bright, too bright,

then a voice.

Really, a voice. l was being asked...

No, l was being told, in no uncertain terms,

that my life belonged to God,

that he had work for me to do.

Yes, Lord, let me think of thy will,

only of thy will.

Let me serve you, you alone.

But how could l?

l had to admit God's message

was sadly lacking in details.

What exactly was l to do?

All l knew was that l was being stifled,

no food for my head, no food for my heart,

slowly dying on a diet of triviality.

l prayed, ''God, show me a way out,

teach me, tell me.''

And yet...when he did at last,

and l answered the call...

..oh, the things l saw.

No rest for me now, then...

not till the truth is told to all.

Listen to this.

An American has written a poem about the war.

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Norman Stone

Norman Stone (born 8 March 1941) is a Scottish historian and author. He is currently Professor of European History in the Department of International Relations at Bilkent University, having formerly been a professor at the University of Oxford, lecturer at the University of Cambridge, and adviser to British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. He is a board member of the Center for Eurasian Studies (AVIM). more…

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