Post by Hosp. Aid Patrick O'Connors on Jun 29, 2009 3:28:40 GMT
Patrick stares to the destoryed city and watched the last of the bombers leave. " the old man is dead and the hospital took a bomb, it is gone Jason. No one is alright and we are about 15 minutes from the city. Back at the hospital when i was all shaken up, the reason to it was that in europe I....I..I was helping my squad when a kid was near me, he was complaning of his arm so i walked him home. Well tried to" Patrick's eyes started to water when he continued on. "We go to a corner of a street and the kid was leading the way. i dropped my medical bag so i reached down to pick it up. A German sniper was aiming for me and when i stood up he fired. it hit the kid in the forehead." Patrick stopped for a breif moment and wept a bit. "it was my fault the child died, whenever i close my eyes i see his face after the shot. It is a very horrible image. I ran to cover and left him there. After my swuad killed the sniper i picked the kid up and brought him to a graveyard. I buried him there." Tear went down Patrick's face as he told the story.
He grabbed the bottle of whisky and took another swig from it. He than held it out to Jason. Patrick than took two cigarettes from the pack and put one in his mouth and handed the other to Jason. He than lit his cigarette and asked if Jason wanted a light. "We can not go back to the city Jason, we have nothing there now. We must find another city to take care of" Patrick said with a cracked voice. Patrick finished his cigarette. It always helped calm his nerves. He started putting the things back in his medical bag. Patrick stared off into the distance and thought about his eperinences in europe. Some were pleasant others not. Patrick always wanted to go back to the front so he could be with his comrades and help them. Patrick looked over to Jason. "Jason you serve Britain or the US armed forces?, If the US we could use another Medic in the battalion i am in." Patrick said.
Patrick finished packing away his stuff, all that was left on the ground was his journal. He picked it up and handed it to Jason. "From now on you can write in me journal mate" Patrick said. Patrick explained how he got it and why he was asking about Aldo. Patrick than sighed after he mentioned Aldo. Patrick knew no one would have survived that blast to the hospital he just hoped someone else got out of there before the bomb. Patrick looked off to the forest. " we should start walking yes?" Patrick said.
He grabbed the bottle of whisky and took another swig from it. He than held it out to Jason. Patrick than took two cigarettes from the pack and put one in his mouth and handed the other to Jason. He than lit his cigarette and asked if Jason wanted a light. "We can not go back to the city Jason, we have nothing there now. We must find another city to take care of" Patrick said with a cracked voice. Patrick finished his cigarette. It always helped calm his nerves. He started putting the things back in his medical bag. Patrick stared off into the distance and thought about his eperinences in europe. Some were pleasant others not. Patrick always wanted to go back to the front so he could be with his comrades and help them. Patrick looked over to Jason. "Jason you serve Britain or the US armed forces?, If the US we could use another Medic in the battalion i am in." Patrick said.
Patrick finished packing away his stuff, all that was left on the ground was his journal. He picked it up and handed it to Jason. "From now on you can write in me journal mate" Patrick said. Patrick explained how he got it and why he was asking about Aldo. Patrick than sighed after he mentioned Aldo. Patrick knew no one would have survived that blast to the hospital he just hoped someone else got out of there before the bomb. Patrick looked off to the forest. " we should start walking yes?" Patrick said.