The Pill Pusher -- Draft

   
Find a wounded soldier, do whatever it takes to relieve them from the pain, and bring them back to the station for further help. He remembered that from the rigorous training. Relieve the wounded till an air medic would arrive they’d say. But seeing so many people take their final breaths right in front of him-- just makes him feel responsible. Could he have done something? Was there anything in his pouches that could help? Would the morphine help them? But even when he knew that nothing could be done to the one that were already gone, still makes him feel worthless. Even he knew medics like him couldn’t save everyone. He wouldn’t except it though. But he realized that this whole entire thing wouldn't have had happened. The war wouldn't happened, but because of Pearl Harbor and the bomb that hit it, it did. Curse you Japanese people for making me feel like this. 5
“Hey pill pusher! Get back out to that field and start saving ‘em. There’s nothing that could be done if you just mope around all day doc!” He nodded. He should start saving them. But he couldn’t save all of them.
He shared something that all the soldiers that passed experienced. The loss of a family. His little Mary was gone, his precious little Mary. He knew about the heartache and the sadness that would linger around his heart and would stay like that for days. He couldn’t let families be broken. He should’ve done something to save them-- anything. He felt so useless, but he quickly snapped out of it.  Don’t do this to yourself. Focus. On.The. Job. So he began walking towards the front lines, determined to stop the soldiers from falling.
The rounds of bullets being released from their weapons hurt his ears, and even worse, the bullets appeared to be going berserk. They were everywhere. He needed to be extra sneaky this time; he continued walking with a hunched back, as he quietly made his way and searching for anyone who needed his help. The bullets appeared everywhere like heavy rain; hard and cold. He was so focused on dodging them, he almost he didn’t hear the small gasp beneath him. He looked under his boots-- a hand, connected to a body. The body was so still it already looked dead, he stared at it. The body sprung to life and grabbed his ankles.
“Doc, ya gotta save me. Please.” the body barely whispered. He could still understand the soldier, despite the rain of bullets.
He nodded, his lips pressed firmly together. He could do this. He crouched down and examined the body of the wounded soldier. HIs body was covered in so much dirt to the point it matched the surrounding. No wonder he accidentally stepped on him. But that thought made himself cringe. He noticed a flow of red liquid coming out of the soldier’s right arm, and a dent right in the middle. A bullet wound. Some of the red liquid seemed to be dry. He must have been like this for a while, he realized.
“Hold your breath soldier.” He warned as he took out a tourniquet out of his pouch. He applied it onto the wound, making sure it was tight. He heard a small, short gasp coming out the soldier. Now it was time to bring him back to the station. He picked up the soldier ready to drag him back to the station. I could do this he said to himself I could save him.
Then it hit him. A bullet grazing the side of his helmet. No he thought it was aiming for the cross. He found it funny that his job requires him to take wounded soldiers back to the station as quickly as possible, but that cross plastered on his helmet acted like a target to the enemies. He realized that it'd be hard for him to take the soldier back safely with it, but he couldn't take it off. It acted as a sign, and he knew he needed it.
“Soldier, go walk back to the station, it shouldn't be so far from here.”
He carefully dropped the soldier on the ground. But a whizzing object hit him near his chest. His vision began to get dark, and he could feel liquid spewing out of the whole. With his eyes still opened, he coukd see the soldier limping away to the station. At least he's safe.
He would've known that this was gonna happen, maybe it was to make up for all the lives he couldn't save. At least he's safe.





Works Cited


“Army Combat Medics.” u-s-History, www.u-s-history.com/pages/h1719.html.


“Combat Medics of WWII.” Artsandculture, Google, artsandculture.google.com/exhibit/qALSyyD-LpymLg.


“Kits of Medical Personnel Medical Kits & Contents.” Med-Dept, www.med-dept.com/articles/medical-kits-contents-kits-of-medical-personnel/.

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