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my hand against it to hold it there. He punched an IV into
her arm and started forcing fluids into her.
“I’m going to work on her, but she has some internal
bleeding. We gotta get her back to the CASH at Fort Orange. Hold this up in the
air.” He handed me the IV bag. He meant the Combat Support Hospital at Task
Force Empires’ main base down by Albany.
“I got it, Doc. Just keep her stable while I get
them on the horn.”
“Valkyrie, Valkyrie, this is Lost Boys, Nine Line Follows, over.”
I called two more times before the RTO called back asking for the MEDEVAC info.
Behind me I heard Brit moaning and Doc trying to reassure her. “It fucking
hurts, Doc. Gimme some morphine. Oh my God, this fucking hurts so damn bad.”
Jacob handed me a piece of paper with the 9 line
info written out.
“Line One: Grid X-ray November 7834-9873”
“Line Two: Frequency 2200, Lost Boys 6”
“Line Three: One Bravo” Urgent Surgical, this told
the surgery team to be standing by.
“Line Four: Alpha, none” meant no special medical
equipment
“Line Five: Alpha, one” One litter patient
“Line Six: Papa” - Possible enemy troops in area, approach
with caution
“Line Seven: Orange Smoke” marked the pickup area
“Line Eight: US Military”
“Line Nine: Open flat ground.”
The RTO repeated it back to me, confirming what I
sent. Then he asked me who it was. I knew the guy on the radio, a kid who was a
pretty good med surg nurse . We knew he had a
real name but we’d called him Quesadilla for so long we didn’t remember it
anymore.
“It’s Brit, and she’s pretty bad, Quesadilla.”
“Roger that, Nick. I’ll rush it. Out.”
I sat holding Brit’s hand while waiting for the call
back. It came almost two minutes later, but it seemed to be eternity. She was
mumbling something as Doc pushed the IV fluids into her.
“Lost Boys, this is Empire 6. Mission
denied, over.” “WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT DO YOU MEAN MISSION DENIED, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?”
“You heard me, Lost Boys. We don’t have
the air assets to pick up your soldier. Recommend you find alternative Evac.
Over.”
“WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AND SHE IS DYING,
YOU PRICK!” I was screaming into the microphone now.
“I’m not risking a valuable air asset to
pick up your little whore, Agostine. Empire 6, out.” I slammed the mike into the ground and screamed my frustration at the sky.
Chapter 14
I sat and held Brit’s head in my lap. She was
moaning softly. Doc had shot her with some morphine, but being gut shot, the
pain was intense. He couldn’t give her anymore or else her blood pressure would
drop.
“Nick, what are going to do? We can’t stay here. There’s going to be Zs and
those guys’ friends are going to come looking. ” Ahmed and Jacob stood guard,
watching the tree line and down the road. Doc stood over me.
I stared dully up at him. Brit was dying. I could
feel it. I had seen it far too many times. The only thing I was thinking now
was whether to make it quick for her, and if we would have time to bury her. I
wasn’t going to leave her for the animals, human or otherwise.
“Come on, Nick, we gotta move. Zs will be showing up here lickety-split.”
I took my pistol and put it over her heart. She was unconscious. I sat for a
second, completely undecided and denying what was happening. Pictures of our
times together over the last year flashed through my mind. Finding her at the
school, travelling back to the Finger Lakes, our scouts together down the
valley. Nights on watch, shooting the shit. Keeping each other warm on cold nights.
We had been together for a long time, and saved each
other’s lives over and over again.
“Doc, I can’t do it. Stick her.” Doc nodded and
reached into his bag for a needle.
Then the radio crackled into life.
“Lost Boys, Lost Boys, Valkyrie 6, over.”
I grabbed the hand mike from Jacob.
“Valkyrie 6, this is Lost Boys, over!” Valkyrie 6 was Major McHale,
her arm and started forcing fluids into her.
“I’m going to work on her, but she has some internal
bleeding. We gotta get her back to the CASH at Fort Orange. Hold this up in the
air.” He handed me the IV bag. He meant the Combat Support Hospital at Task
Force Empires’ main base down by Albany.
“I got it, Doc. Just keep her stable while I get
them on the horn.”
“Valkyrie, Valkyrie, this is Lost Boys, Nine Line Follows, over.”
I called two more times before the RTO called back asking for the MEDEVAC info.
Behind me I heard Brit moaning and Doc trying to reassure her. “It fucking
hurts, Doc. Gimme some morphine. Oh my God, this fucking hurts so damn bad.”
Jacob handed me a piece of paper with the 9 line
info written out.
“Line One: Grid X-ray November 7834-9873”
“Line Two: Frequency 2200, Lost Boys 6”
“Line Three: One Bravo” Urgent Surgical, this told
the surgery team to be standing by.
“Line Four: Alpha, none” meant no special medical
equipment
“Line Five: Alpha, one” One litter patient
“Line Six: Papa” - Possible enemy troops in area, approach
with caution
“Line Seven: Orange Smoke” marked the pickup area
“Line Eight: US Military”
“Line Nine: Open flat ground.”
The RTO repeated it back to me, confirming what I
sent. Then he asked me who it was. I knew the guy on the radio, a kid who was a
pretty good med surg nurse . We knew he had a
real name but we’d called him Quesadilla for so long we didn’t remember it
anymore.
“It’s Brit, and she’s pretty bad, Quesadilla.”
“Roger that, Nick. I’ll rush it. Out.”
I sat holding Brit’s hand while waiting for the call
back. It came almost two minutes later, but it seemed to be eternity. She was
mumbling something as Doc pushed the IV fluids into her.
“Lost Boys, this is Empire 6. Mission
denied, over.” “WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT DO YOU MEAN MISSION DENIED, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?”
“You heard me, Lost Boys. We don’t have
the air assets to pick up your soldier. Recommend you find alternative Evac.
Over.”
“WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AND SHE IS DYING,
YOU PRICK!” I was screaming into the microphone now.
“I’m not risking a valuable air asset to
pick up your little whore, Agostine. Empire 6, out.” I slammed the mike into the ground and screamed my frustration at the sky.
Chapter 14
I sat and held Brit’s head in my lap. She was
moaning softly. Doc had shot her with some morphine, but being gut shot, the
pain was intense. He couldn’t give her anymore or else her blood pressure would
drop.
“Nick, what are going to do? We can’t stay here. There’s going to be Zs and
those guys’ friends are going to come looking. ” Ahmed and Jacob stood guard,
watching the tree line and down the road. Doc stood over me.
I stared dully up at him. Brit was dying. I could
feel it. I had seen it far too many times. The only thing I was thinking now
was whether to make it quick for her, and if we would have time to bury her. I
wasn’t going to leave her for the animals, human or otherwise.
“Come on, Nick, we gotta move. Zs will be showing up here lickety-split.”
I took my pistol and put it over her heart. She was unconscious. I sat for a
second, completely undecided and denying what was happening. Pictures of our
times together over the last year flashed through my mind. Finding her at the
school, travelling back to the Finger Lakes, our scouts together down the
valley. Nights on watch, shooting the shit. Keeping each other warm on cold nights.
We had been together for a long time, and saved each
other’s lives over and over again.
“Doc, I can’t do it. Stick her.” Doc nodded and
reached into his bag for a needle.
Then the radio crackled into life.
“Lost Boys, Lost Boys, Valkyrie 6, over.”
I grabbed the hand mike from Jacob.
“Valkyrie 6, this is Lost Boys, over!” Valkyrie 6 was Major McHale,
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