The Pill Pusher -- Revised
Joseph trudged through the station, his heart pounded and felt like as heavy as an elephant, for he knew he wasn’t prepared for what he was going to see. He never was anyways. He looked forward and saw what he was supposed to be used to; several wounded soldiers all laid on mattresses layout in front of Joseph like a museum. Except for this time, this museum isn’t showing anything that people would like to see. A bloody mess of wounded soldiers lay out in front of him; the scene would haunt Joseph for the rest of his career. He could’ve saved more-- he should’ve been able to. He wanted to bring back more of them, but he failed-- numerous times. He took off his helmet and looked at the small red and white symbol plastered on the front of it. It gleamed proudly underneath the scorching sun, a stark contrast to what Joseph thought about his role in the red cross. He cringed. I don’t deserve this, not if I can’t save them all. *** A few weeks ago, American Troops along with the Fifth ...