Thread: Bravo Company ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

Sam got the prisoner to sit down. He seemed relunctant to lie down though. He was clearly surprised to see a woman so close to the front line. The VC used their woman to fight, and often they were able to take the American's by surprise, killing quite a few of them in the process, and whilst he knew that there were nurses at the main base and the evac hospitals that were dotted around his country, seeing them at a firebase was new to him. He sat down half expecting the soldiers to start beating him or even torturing him. As Sam began to cut away at the pant leg of the injured man, she looked up to Morgan. Like you said Sergeant, in here, it's my rules. No injured man is going to be tied down unless its for his own safety or the safety of other patients. There is no-one else in here at the moment. You can place a couple of men here as security if you wish, but this man isn't being tied down. Morgan stared at her for moment, but said nothing before turning away. He allocated two men to stand at the entrance to the aid station and keep their eye on things, before he headed off to the command bunker with Kowalski. The rest of the squad left with them, except Mac and the kid with twisted ankle. Sam continued to work on the prisoner, cleaning out the wound as best she could. The bullet had to come out though. She stood up and fetched a dish, some antiseptic, and a hand operated clamp which worked in the same way as a pair of scissors worked. She had no idea whether the man understood English he showed no sign of it, but she tried to explain as best she could. He simply watched. His eyes cold. He showed no paid as she literally fished inside the wound in an attempt to locate and then remove the bullet. It took a few moments but soon a bullet from an AK47 was dropped noisly into the dish. She irrigated the wound, made sure there was nothing else there at least as best she could in the circumstances and then applied the bandage. Throughout he sat in silence. Barely moving. Then she turned her attention to Mac. As she worked on his shoulder, he watched her, chewing gum as she cleaned the wound, added a couple of stitches and then applied the bandage which would see him set until he reached the evac hospital. She was stood close enough to him that he could smell the fresh soap she had used that morning in the shower, despite the heat and the sweat and the dirt. So... are you a VC sympathizer then Lt? he asked when she was almost done. She looked at him. I'm a nurse. I tend to the sick. I don't have to like them to do it. If liking my patients was a pre-requisite, then I might not have treated you, Private. Enjoy your trip home. Thirty minutes later, the injured GIs were taken on the first chopper out of the firebase and two hours after than, the VC prisoner was escorted back almost certainly to some form of interrogation and then a POW camp. When she had the aid station back to herself, she sat down at her 'desk'. She thought for a moment. It was getting dark outside. She opened the bag that was set against the leg of the table and pulled out a 34 full bottle of scotch. She pulled out her canteen mug and poured out a healthy measure. She leaned back in the chair and pulled a packet of cigarettes from her pocket. She guessed that this was going to be as good as life got for as long as she was in this god foresaken place.