>be the OP
>from bum-fuck Idaho
>realize high school is for nerds
>dropped out
>working on farms and shit
>decide I want to see the world outside of Idaho
>enlisted to become an Army line medic because it would look better than never completed high school on a resume
>spend most of my time telling shammers/weak bodies to hydrate and change their socks
>it’s the 50s so most of them have never worn socks much less understand the healing power a fresh pair provides
>finally get deployed
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>spend most of my time either freezing my ass off pulling guard or telling weak bodies to hydrate
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>start volunteering to go on recon patrols just to make time go by faster
>new mission comes down
>find Chinese soldiers
>capture them
>interrogate them
>figured it beat guard duty or working in the aid station looking at taint fungus
>out on patrol
>headed to some hill the Commies are using to call for fire on us
>normal day
>suddenly not so normal as we walk into a dink machine gun nest
>lead element is mowed down in the first bursts
>luckily I’m in the back of the formation
>everyone hits the dirt
>MEDIC
>fuck that’s me
>haul ass to the front of the formation
>commies shooting at me and the platoon shooting at them
>I fucking hate running
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>get the wounded dudes stabilized
>platoon takes out the trench
>PL sets up a hasty CCP so the wounded can chill
>we cross load ammo and advance up the hill
>hit another machine gun nest
>see another dude go down in the front of the formation
>I’m in the back of the formation
>running up to the front again
>I lose my shit
>run right past the wounded dude and dive into the trench
>land on some little commie dude
>grab his head and give it a good twist
>dude crumples to the ground as I feel his neck breaking
>b-but what about the Hippocratic oath
>don’t worry kiddo commies aren’t people
>slowly get to my feet
>the assistant gunner finally gets over his shock at seeing a human my size wedged in his little trench
>he goes for his pistol
>I pick him up by the neck and start squeezing
>feel bones popping
>dude slumps in my hand
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>finally not seeing red I get ready to head back and start treating the dick head that doesn’t understand what cover is
>start climbing out of the trench and another Commie runs into me
>little dude starts trying to stab me with his bayonet
>frustrated I grab the trench knife I got from a grunt for a pack of cigarets
>start stabbing away like a drunk Infantryman trying to start an IV line
>this time I double check to make sure no one else is going to pop out
>get up and start doing magic medic stuff
>by that I mean stuffing gauze in holes and introducing dudes to the loving embrace of morphine
>PL is pissed because I killed everyone we could have made into prisoners
>officers
>suddenly a no shit grenade bounces off the helmet of a dude helping hold IV line for me
>shove the dude to the ground and completely envelope him under me
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>surprisingly I’m completely unharmed
>guess the grenade was worried I’d snap it’s neck too
>haul the wounded back to the CCP
>by now the hill has been mostly pacified and the PL finally captured some prisoners
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>heading back to the base of the hill turns out we missed a trench
>dudes inside know they’re fucked
>pop out screaming and going cyclic
>this time I was in the front of the formation
>discover it’s actually kind of hard to dive for cover fast enough when a surprise hail of bullets is aimed at you
>realize three dudes got hit next to me
>look down and see I got clipped in the leg
>as if running wasn’t already hard enough for me
>start doing medic magic again
>realize one dude is so messed up he can’t move
>the whole platoon is trying to clear the trench
>fuck it
>pick up the dude and carry him back to our hasty CCP while the firefight rages around me
>suddenly two reds hop up out of a hole and try to take me prisoner
>I gently place the wounded guy on the ground
>the two soldiers are standing near me stabbing the air with bayonets and yammering on
>I’ve heard about the POW camps and how they don’t hardly feed you
>I hate bad food
>Army rations are bad enough as it is
>the Commies see I’m unarmed and start closing in on me
>I take a quick step forward
>catching them by surprise I grab each by the side of their head and banged them together with a satisfying crunch
>the wounded dude on the ground swore I killed them both by fracturing their skulls
>I didn’t have time to check but they were probably just knocked out
>turns out that was it for my time in the war
>that bullet wound to the leg was a doozy
>spent the rest of the war getting surgeries and healing up
>my company put me in for an award
>seems tales of what I’d done on that patrol really got around the unit fast
>ended up getting the award by the president himself
>he was a touch shorter than I expected compared to how the TV made him look
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