The War of 2012 Pt. 2

((Apologies everyone. A evil computer and holidays have led to the lateness of this post. But here's 2012 Pt.2 - Rev))

By: Capt. Caveman

Cont. From: Nov. 2007

My mind returned to the current, my heart beating fast and hard as the vision of battle returned to my now aware mind. I looked at Erica with a sudden almost auto piloted mind set. “I’m here lets go.” She looked to me, moving some of her red hair out of her eyes for a moment. “You ready for this Marshall?” I simply nodded and hoisted my self up, pushing off the ground with my M1 assault rifle’s butt plate. “I think the field hospital is over this way. We should see what good we can do on the way there.” Erica said starting to lead me towards the location that was designated as a fall back for the hospital. “There are a lot of wounded, looks like our work will be cut out for us, don’t you think?” She just glanced back and nodded at me as we made our way. One soldier was a united states marine, and probably considered to be a threat. Though he had a wound that was really quite bad, the greater part of his upper arm was missing, and he was loosing blood at a frightful rate.

Just then a series of bullets streaked down on the ground in front of us, almost hitting said soldier. I thought he was dead for sure, until he groaned in protest. I scampered over and gripped his radio. “I’m going to make sure you get home alive grunt.” I told him and looked up seeing A-10 wart hog. I spoke quickly into the microphone. “This is Hospital Steward John Marshall with the Rebel forces Hospital Core. I am attempting to contact the United States Airforce A10 warthog Pilot flying an assault mission over the battle field just south of Alpena Michigan. You are directing fire on a position with wounded friendly units. I am attempting to move one of those units to our field hospital. I am blowing smoke in that location.”

As I grabbed one of those smokes from the Marine, a voice crackled to life over the radio. “This is Captain Daniel Boomer. I see your smoke and need to have some proof that the marine is alive.” I groaned a bit. “He’s missing a good chunk of his right arm. There are a couple of dead medics near him. I’ll try to get him to talk though ma’am.” I gently nudged the marines other arm and shifted his weight. “Marine I need you to talk so this fly girl doesn’t kill us all.” The marine gave a few garbled words, including his rank and unit. “Alright medic, I’ll stave my assault and forward notice that we have friendly units down in that area. Take care of our boy as best you can.” “Copy that ma’am. Thank you very much. Steward Marshall out.” Erica and I quickly moved the marine to the field hospital and our actions that day saved at least one life.

TBC.