Henry Dunant kneels in a field in Solferino. Overcome with emotion, he has witnessed for the first time in his life the horrific, stark reality of newly-modernized, industrial warfare, coming of age in 1859.
Thousands of bodies lay piled haphazardly on top of each other, many still alive, suffering not only from their festering wounds but also an even more cruel thirst as there is no water or care for any of them. The dead and wounded are looted… giving up their boots, their coats and treasured mementos from home. Even the horses suffer without water and many are euthanized.