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[Alfons Eckhart]

God damn...Not again.

Alfons was walking towards the current field hospital. Thank god this area was as safe as it was, but that didn't stop Alfons from having his gun wrapped around his hand solidly. The bastards at the hospital, had yet again said to go for a check up before heading out into the front line once more. Said german would mutter a few curse words in english. Nothing important, yet enough to make a couple of heads turn to him and glare at him, for him to glare back. Who was his specified doctor? Errddman...no...Erdmann. Yeah. So walking through the hospital is when he'd finally let grip go of his gun and wiping his sweaty hand on his uniform. Even then it wasn't that slick, nor anything good or bad. It was dirty enough as it was for anyone to notice a bit of sweat over it. But the thing that annoyed Alfons the most was the simple noise of people hurting. Oh how he'd love to shoot them and let it be over with, their groans don't actually do anything...Couldn't you just tie some tape over their mouth or something?

Alfons began waiting. He had finally gotten to his specific area, except the waiting line was ever so long. It looked like each medic in particular had their work cut out for them. Long enough so to as to allow Alfons to pull out a ciggarette and pull out a lighter. He felt it's weight in his hands. Nothing light, nothing heavy. It wasn't really a ciggarette though..More like cigars. Chunky, brown. Not particularly nice tasting, but it done the job. Alfons was more inclined to take long, deep breaths to sooth himself. Drawing on a pattern. 'In...........Out.' look around. 'In...............Out.' and repeat several times over until the fucker was down to the butt.

But lest to notice the fact it was a hospital and that Alfons kept touching things. Shiny objects, even some knifes haging about nowhere- waiting to be used or just thrown away. He wasn't particularly interested in the slightest. By this time anyway this was continually taking the piss. It did kind of end however, when his name was called up.

"About time..." he muttered in a dark german tone. Before standing up to full height and wandering into wherever he was meant to go, giving a look to his well....checker? But that didn't mean he had to sit down. The man went looking around the office slowly, how could he live around in places like this? Kind of disgusting...

[Erdmann Hoesslein]

The African sands were being pushed through the invisible air, as it rode on the sea of wind, weaving and flying around at different angles. Sometimes, it was soothing to look at sand, as it was very still and it probably would be interesting to anyone if they could talk to sand as it has traveled on the wind for maybe hundred's of years, just watching the events that unfolded in the world. It was almost as if they were people, but just extremely small who saw the world but weren't seen. Just simply walked on as they increased their knowledge, hidden gems indeed.

The sun was gleaming bright overhead, sometimes hitting the sand at a right angle that causes them to glitter as if they were the sea. The sand kinda was like the sea, a sandy one anyway that had way too much sunlight.

The bustling sounds of the jeeps and medics shouting orders echoed throughout the Field Hospital, just now receiving a huge influx of wounded soldiers. The several trucks and ambulance cars came in, as the most severe were in the ambulance cars that honked their horns that felt like the car was screaming in your ear. It was rather high-pitched, bothering the ears of most patients. But they had to deal with it, as Erdmann came out from under the shade of an open tent, that only had a canopy on top to protect anyone under it from the heat rays of the sun.

Erdmann began shouting orders to the medics that weren't doing anything, only about 8 were at hand. This was going to be increasingly difficult, if only it wasn't the damn British giving a good beating. Now the medics that were in the cars got out as they opened the trunks, bringing out the most severe patients in stretchers. Some didn't have an arm, plenty of them had bullets where they weren't supposed to be and some were dead on arrival which allowed the other patients to be transported faster. There wasn't time for a formal burial, so once the wounded soldiers were found as deceased they were taken to one corner of the field hospital where there was nothing, and just simply threw the soldiers bodies onto the ground with a loud thump. It was quite crude, but such was war and its atrocities.

The sand was kicked up by the shuffling feet of the medics and other soldiers in the area, moving away from all the ruckus as to not worsen their own injuries or hinder the medics. The company's officers, the ones that the field hospital was attached to was walking through the ranks of wounded, giving whatever small praise or reassurance they could. It helped with morale, plus the soldiers were a bit more quiet after their treatments. Most of them just felt like dying even though they had their survival rates raised by about 80%. Erdmann sometimes hated his job, real bad. Their always was a prick that tried to act high and almighty, even with a bullet in his stomach. It was quite an annoyance.

"Hey! Helfen Sie mir bere-" said one of the 2nd Lieutenants as he was cut off from his sentence, coughing out blood and then it began to trickle down the corners of his mouth. His bullet wound wasn't anything pretty either, but it wasn't serious so he would be only given Morphine and a pressure dressing wrapped around tightly by white, sterilized bandages. It wasn't enough to keep him quiet, but Erdmann could careless as he contiuned to give orders, "Sie drei! Start immer Lieferungen aus dem Angebot Haus! Holen Sie sich zusätzliche Morphin und Dressing und machen verdammt sicher sein sterilisiert!"

The ruckus would soon subside, as the natural order of the Field Hospital came back slowly. Patients were starting to calm down and the medics stopped crapping out brickhouses, now being able to organize themselves better with the help of Erdmann and several other Sergeant medics. Not having much experience as Erdmann did, they simply followed orders and did what they had knowledge of. Just now sending off some medics onto their merry way, Erdmann turned around to notice Alfons who looked like a rather fit individual. No injuries, seemed to be aware of his surroundings. So why the hell was he here at the field hospital?

"Alfons Eckhart. Sie scheinen nicht zu einer Geschichte der medizinischen Problemen oder Verletzungen haben, so sage mir, was du hier für sind?"


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Translation :

Hey! Help me out alrea- = Hey! Helfen Sie mir bere-

Sie drei! Start immer Lieferungen aus dem Angebot Haus! Holen Sie sich zusätzliche Morphin und Dressing und machen verdammt sicher sein sterilisiert! - You three! Start getting more supplies from the supply house! Get extra morphine and dressing and make damn sure its sterilized!

Alfons Eckhart. Sie scheinen nicht zu einer Geschichte der medizinischen Problemen oder Verletzungen haben, so sage mir, was du hier für sind - Alfons Eckhart. You don't seem to have a history of medical problems or injuries, so tell me what you are here for?