Blue skies of tomorrow

[Liesl Von Stauffenberg]

Country: Border of France and Germany
Current Time: Middle of July, 1:00pm or 2:00pm in the afternoon.
Weather Conditions: Hot and humid with very little wind and clear blue skies.

God why is it so hot!? thought Liesl as she wiped some sweat off her brow, leaving a fresh streak of blood in its place. The air was tick and humid, the smell of blood and sweat stung at Liesl’s nose. The stench was so strong it stuck to her clothing making it impossible to get away from the smell that easily. She exhaled a deep breath and continued to patch up the injured soldier before her. He groaned in pain as she tightened the gauze on his leg. She rolled her teal blue eyes in irritation; she couldn’t help but think how much of a baby this man was, “I need morphine!!” she yelled in German to another nurse. She wiped her bloodied hands on her white apron as the other nurse came by with a sterilized syringe and a vile of morphine. Measuring about two hundredths of a grain, she flicked the syringe free of air bubbles. She set the syringe down on a tray and took out a cotton ball; drenching it in rubbing alcohol before administering the morphine to the soldier.
“That should do it.” She said in a cheery tone. She quickly gestured to a medic and nurse to move the soldier to the recovery tent.
Liesl carefully watched the two carry the soldier out on a stretcher into the recovery tent. She smiled relieved she was able to save at least one life today. She turned on her heel of her boot and pushed the tent flaps out of her way effortlessly as she exited the emergency tent. She felt it was an appropriate time for a much needed break from the wounded soldiers. She sighed in relief breathing in the sweet smell of fresh air. She tilted her head slightly towards the sky as a cool breeze blew past her. She couldn’t help but think about her parents back in Austria; questions flooded her head, wondering if they were alright…how they were holding up without her and more importantly their health. She hadn’t gotten the chance or time to actually write them, she might as well be dead to them, given she hadn’t written to them in such a long time. Dam this war…. she thought removing her bandanna.

[johann]

Johann walked around along with his Kar 98 strapped around his shoulder. He left his helmet back at his tent as he was not on patrol at the moment. He wiped his forehead as the heat beat down on him. He sighed thinking how he needed just some cool air, maybe the sun needed to set already. He had learned to always keep armed as you never know what may happen. He walkee kicking his heels down into the dirt. He saw a woman standing off by herself. She must be a nurse. He walked over to her as the heat beat down on him. He stopped by her and began to converse. " Oh hello ma'am, how are you? " Johann asked in english. He started to wonder why he asked in english and figured that she would probally not understand him. He could smell the blood and medicine off her, not the most desirable scent however it was a good one, not pleasing. It did though mean lives were being saved and that the war effort was effictivly being saved. He smirked akwardly at a mixture of the thought and also his speaking in english. He sighed as his eyes scanned the area seeing some other soilders patrol around.

[Liesl Von Stauffenberg]

Liesl’s mind began trailing off until a soldier walked up to her. She jumped back slightly; pretty put back by the fact a soldier was actually trying to start a conversation with her…usually she talks to the sick and wounded. Her teal blue eyes shifted nervously as he got closer. Did I do something wrong?! she thought trying to think back on her actions that led up to this moment.
“I know I have a temper but I didn’t-…..” she paused when the soldier began to speak, “Ummm….” She mumbled as her cheeks flushed a shade of dark pink in embaressment.
Her eyes shot up at the soldier’s face suddenly in surprise that he was speaking English and not German. She fidgeted with her bandanna in her hands, not really knowing why this German soldier decided to speak to her in English…it was strange, not like the German she was use to hearing on a daily basis.
She hesitantly looked at the soldier, putting on a smile, “Hello…do you need anything sir?” she replied in a softened tone.
Usually a soldier only starts to converse with her if they needed some medical attention, to talk…or for other reasons. The corner of her mouth twitched hoping to god it was either a medical reason or just a friendly conversation…not some excuse or plea to give a lonely man some feminine company. Liesl smiled sweetly at the soldier waiting for his response.