War and Peace
Taking care with the bandage, Mary didn't hesitate, even when there was a low groan. The sight was not pleasant but that was to be expected, when a newly amputated leg was to be cared for.
She had whispered well wishes and reassurance, knowing it wouldn't be enough. Words of comfort and a little magic could not heal the scars of war.
If the wind called her, she left, always finding a child in need. But the wind was less persistent nowadays, leaving her to tend to patients at the hospital. They needed her too. Some of them were still children themselves.
Mary never stopped to consider the sight before her; there was much to be done. It was hard to apply magic when there was none left, nor could she turn this into a game. This was something that even she couldn't fix.
Passing a radio atop a bedside table, a crackly voice told her that Allied soldiers had landed in the Philippines. They were hoping this meant the war may be over soon- that had been the same sentiment a year ago and the year before that.
It was hard to find hope but Mary Poppins knew she would find it somewhere. Perhaps she had misplaced it. Scoffing, she knew she'd never misplaced anything, yet in this trying time, it was more comforting to think she had.
If they could not make peace, she would make her own. A little impossible but she did not believe in impossible things. These men needed an escape from reality and who was she to deny them that?