Horsley should have had charge of a center for head injuries in Western Europe or Alexandria, where his skills as a neurological surgeon could have been used to best advantage. Instead, the authorities foolishly allowed him to go to Mesopotamia, then a seeming outpost of the war, believing he would be a less visible nuisance, and there he died, pushing hard to improve the care of the needy. His death was something that he himself had considered. Even as he was leaving Egypt for Mesopotamia, he had said to Eldred: “I don’t matter, I can’t live forever, it’s the young that matter.”1 Surprisingly, an administrative error resulted in a failure of the war office to notify his family that he had died, and Eldred only learned of it when she received a letter of sympathy from a friend.2