Another Hero Lost (Open)

[Jason McCarthy]

Jason was overwhelmed with all of the work needed done in this building. All he could see was death or dying young men. Jason had just sent one wounded man out and got another one to fill his spot. This man had dried blood all over his face. Jason knew there was going to be shrapnel damage in his eyes and maybe even his brain. He prayed for there not to be and it was answered all the man had was alot of metal in his cheek. Which Jason easily removed.

Jason saw a commotion going on around one of the beds. He went over and asked a nurse what the problem was. She said he was going into a fit. Jason took the clipboard out of the bottom of his bed and read it. Finnigan,Seamus it read. His condition was that he was beat harshly by a few men while he was off-duty for the weekend. Jason walked over to the man and held his face in his hands and asked "What be the problem,lad?"

The man was yelling now "They're goin' to be takin' me life! Don't let 'em! Please!"

Jason asked the man where he was from to try and calm him down. It worked the man started breathing normally again and told him he was from Belfast,Ireland.

"Well,laddy. We're next door neighbors then." Jason said in his heavy Irish accent. "Aye,I coulda thrown a stone into the back of yer yard,I could. I'm from Dublin." the two men started having a short conversation for a few minutes. Before he could ask a few more question another man walked in. He wasn't wounded,though.

[olivervontrapp]

Ow..Ow..Ow. It hurt him so much. His father had brought him here instead of the hospital in Berlin. Oliver couldn't help but wonder why. Maybe he had a few businesses to attend to and he wanted his son to be there. He had fallen off his swing back home and he had a pointy rock plunge into his knee. It was so painful and terribly hard to look at. A few of the people there gave Oliver odd looks - odd looks - as Oliver could tell - such as, 'what are you doing here?'. He was ordered, by his father, to enter one of the nurse's little cubicles. Oliver did as told.

One of the nurses asked him to sit on the chair. He did as told. They began doing something to his knee which sent a blinding shot of pain to rush through the little boy's body. He then noticed that one of the nurses was stitching the wound up. A few minutes later, the transaction was done. Oliver got up and escaped from the cubicle. He hated hospitals. They always scared him. There were so many dying people.

Oliver walked down the halls, trying not to look at the sick people. He kept his gaze down on the tiled floor as he walked. He gulped, not knowing what he was doing at that single moment. He wondered where his dad had gone. Probably just talking to some other man who was interested in doing business with him.

In less than a few seconds, he found himself walking into a ward. He then glanced up. Where was he going? What was he doing here? A set of rhetorical questions ran through the little boy's innocent mind. He glanced up at two men, one in a hospital bed and the other next to him. There was another man standing right next to him. Oliver couldn't help but gulp. They looked like soldiers. But not the type of soldiers that were in Berlin. They were different. He couldn't speak. He just stood there.

[Jason McCarthy]

There were too many people in this hospital. In ten minutes he had counted nearly twenty people come in just by passing by the front door a few times. he walked into a room with a man who was near death. The man had asked Jason for a pen and paper so he could write his will out by hand.

Jason came back to the room he had just left. He then saw the strangest thing. A young boy had walked into the room out of the blue. Why would such a young boy be in a hospital like this? It's no place for a child. He thought to himself. I should help this li'l laddy,I guess.

"'Ello there,lad. What be your name?" Jason said trying to sound as kind as possible.

"Did ye lose yer father,young sir?

[olivervontrapp]

"'Ello there,lad. What be your name?"

The boy gazed up confusingly at the man. Yes, he was scared. Really scared. The man looked like a soldier. A very scary one, indeed. He sort of understood what the man said. It wasn't hard to anyways. He learned English when he was at school. He kept his gaze on the man. He didn't look too old - Oliver thought. He gulped slightly and then replied with a very heavy accent - "M-my name is Oliver, sir. Oliver Von Trapp." He stuttered trying to speak clearly but it seemed that all his nervousity had been pushing itself through Oliver's mind. His knee still hurt, no doubt it did. But, really, did it really have to add up to all his troubles at the moment?

"Did ye lose yer father,young sir?"

The man spoke again. Oliver didn't know what to do. Should he just run off or should he just stay here and wait for his father to come? Oliver didn't know if his father was quite friendly with these men. Were they Allies? Father told him so much about Allies it was quite hard to understand the situation. Not only that, but before Oliver had come here, his father warned him - He told Oliver to never interact with these people except for the nurses.

Oliver decided to stay here. He didn't want to go back into the hallways where it was much worse even though there were horrors in the room he stood before. The man sounded Irish with that accent of his. "N-no. H-he's doing business with someone else." He said trying not to sound so edgy.

All of a sudden, the boy pushed himself from the place he stood at. He never did like standing in one place for more than a few minutes. He was a hyperactive young boy. He began glancing at the needles, fascinated by them. He tried to touch the end of one until one of the nurses picked it up and gave him a bad look. Oliver gave her an innocent look and just went back to his exploring. He wanted to become an explorer when he grew older. Not some Jew hating Nazi Officer.

[Jason McCarthy]

Jason was puzzled with the answers he had gotten from the boy. Why would a German,let alone such a young German, be here? he tried not to think much of it as he kept on with his work. I wonder if he'll be alright. Unattended and what-not. he thought to himself. Ah,well,I'll help him if he needs it.

After that thought Jason kept on with his daily rounds. The most eventful thing he did that whole hour was refill an IV bag for a wounded patient of his. When he was almost done a tall,panicked looking man grabbed his arm and asked, "Have you seen my son? If you have where is he?"

Jason could tell the look on his face. He was worried. He had seen this look very many times. "Could ye describe 'em for me,sir?"

"He's about yay high,short brown hair,can stand in one spot for more than a minute."

"Ah,yes,sir. I've not seen him but five minutes ago. He went down that-a-way. Do ye need help lookin' for 'im?"

"Yes,please. Thank you very much." The man said sounding very relieved. After the short conversation Jason and the man took seperate ways looking for the young boy.

[olivervontrapp]

As Oliver continued to walk around the wards he couldn't help but overhear his father calling out of him. His pupils dilated as he ran for it. He didn't want his father to come looking for him right now - not whilst he was in the mood for exploring. Again, Oliver could not stay in the same place for a long time. He hid underneath an empty bed. He glanced around, they were all running around like a pack of mules. They were all so crazy. One was bleeding to death and one was holding his hand. It was horrid.

"Oliver! Oliver Jack Von Trapp! Kommen Sie hier immediatly!"[Translations: Come over here immediatly!]

His ears shot up. His was drawing nearer. That voice. His father's. He was always scared of his father and his dreadful Nazi ways. All of a sudden he felt something or someone prick him by the ear sharply. He felt his body lift off the ground. There he was. His father, holding him by the ear giving Oliver a very sharp look of deep regret. Oliver embraced an innocent look as his father rougly dropped him. Oliver put both his hands on his paining ear. "Trauriger Vater." Oliver muttered. [Translations : Sorry father.]

He couldn't help but glance at the Irish soldier he met earlier. He then glanced up at his father, whom all of a sudden, lunged him by the arm and slapped a harsh slap across Oliver's face. Oliver didn't say anything. All he felt was scared. He also noticed that his father had the Nazi emblem on to show that he was Nazi. It wasn't very surprising.

[Jason McCarthy]

"Not ta be disrespectin' ye,sir. I don't think it be the best of idea's that ye be wearin' that around here." Jason said while he looked at the Nazi emblem."Many men in this here place still are very prejudice against those who bear that insignia."

Jason had no problems with Nazi's. At least the one's who didn't want to kill. Those other kinds with their bloodlust and racist ways made him sick. This man that he was talking to seemed cold,very cold indeed. His harsh tone when he yelled at his son made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge. The voice reminded him of a Nazi that he had seen yelling at noone in particular. Crazy people,if'n ye ask me. Jason said to himself.

Jason had been watching everything unfold when he felt something in his pocket. A chocolate bar. The boy would certainly enjoy this. He remembered that many of the children in these areas had never even tasted something sweet before. He picked the chocolate bar out of his trousers and unwrapped it.

"Here,lad. I have no need for it. Take it,lad. It's good see?" He said as he took a small bite. He let the young boy take it from his hand and starting talking to the boy's father.

Sir,I think it be best if ye cover that up." He said pressing the issue of the emblem.

[olivervontrapp]

"Not ta be disrespectin' ye,sir. I don't think it be the best of idea's that ye be wearin' that around here."

Oliver watched his father turn to face the nice man. He noticed that his father gave the man a hard, cold look - as if he were furious - and ripped off the emblem and placed it in his right pocket. Yes, Oliver's father was a true Nazi and he seemed very proud of it. Oliver didn't see what he should be proud of. Being a Nazi was horrid. He hated it when his father went to war and such. He never knew if he were dead or alive.

"Here,lad. I have no need for it. Take it,lad. It's good see?"

Oliver hadn't had chocolate in years. He didn't want to take it although something was urging him to. His father gave the man another hard look. "Stellen Sie das in Ihrem Mund, Jungen nicht. Es kommt aus schmutzigen Händen." Barked his father in German so that the man would not understand. Oliver just peacefully gave it back to the man and gave him an uneasy look of apologies. [Translation: Don't put that in your mouth, boy. It's coming from filthy hands.]

He noticed how his father turned to face the man. "I believe that it is not their choice whether or not I have this on. This notifies what I am and therefore it notifies that I am indeed in the right category."

[/i] Said his father, quite coldly, putting the emblem back on. Oliver just hid behind his father, staring up at the man. His father. He hated his father. Why'd he have to be so cruel?[/blockquote]

[Jason McCarthy]

Jason saw the man yell harshly at the boy which made him cringe slightly. When the man was done scolding him he turned to Jason and said,"I believe that it is not their choice whether or not I have this on. This notifies what I am and therefore it notifies that I am indeed in the right category."

"I respect ye takin' pride in yer work,sir. I do,but this is a time when ye can't predict the actions of other's." Jason said while smiling kindly.

Jason glanced at the young boy. He looks scared and even more horrified as it looked like he thought was going to happen when he got home. Jason felt very sorry for the child. He could also picture what he would be in a few years. His father.

Although Jason saw young boys with swastika's on their arms all the time in this hospital it didn't make him like the Nazi's any differently. But,he always lived by what his mother told him. "Hate the sin. Not the sinner." She would always tell him this when he got in a fight with other young men his age.

Before Jason could get in another word he saw a man with a chest wound come in with a few men helping him in. "I must be goin' now. Have a nice day,sir and lad." Jason said with a faint smile on his face.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

McCarthy - 4CP

Trapp - 4CP (is this an account of an active member? That way the CP goes somewhere?)

-JT