Post by Mark Johnson on Feb 1, 2009 10:04:52 GMT -5
Mark had just finished his parachute schooling with a strange man by the name of Captain Herbert Sobel (OOC: yeah a hit on Sobel, because we all know where he went when he was transferred.) He was in his paratrooper fatigues as he walked into the hospital ward. There was a woman sitting at a desk. The aisles were full of wounded men. The smell also started to get to Mark's nose.
"Where might I find Major John Turner, Lieutenant." Mark asked the Nurse he was approaching. "Yes, his office is down that hallway, and on the left. His clerk will be outside his office." "Thank you" Mark replied. He started to walk in the direction that the Nurse pointed out. He saw a doorway marked CO's Office. "Are you Captain Johnson, Mark C.?" the clerk asked. "Yes, I am." Mark quickly replied. "Go on in, the Major is waiting for you." Hearing this made him quickly go to the door and open it. "Major Turner, Captain Johnson, Mark C. reporting." Mark quickly said as he snapped to attention and saluted. The Major replied "At, ease Captain. Take a seat." as he saluted back.
Mark took the seat closest to him, and sat down on a sturdy wooden chair. "How long have you been in the Army Captain?" the Major questioned him as he was looking out the back window. "I have been in the army now, for 1 year." Mark replied instantly. "How much combat have you seen." "Before here I served with the 82nd Airborne Division Artillery Headquarters Company. So, I saw combat in Sicily. After that is when I was sent here to the 326th Medical Company." "Yes, your file says that you have treated 247 Allied personnel and 164 Nazi personnel." the Major said in a voice full of loathing. "Yes, I have patched up our guys and their guys, it makes no difference to me. I obey the Hypocratic Oath I took when I became a doctor." "Well what does it matter to me, you are in command of this unit now. So, do what you want. I'll be out of your way by 1200 HRS." the Major stated in a grumpy tone. "Well, I'll give you your time. I'm off to do some rounds." Mark said.
He felt weird; this was the first time he would be in command of a unit, but he would leave thinking to another time. The Nurse saw him coming this time. Mark walked toward the first bed. The Nurse quickly followed. "Neck injury from a sniper, this is his 4th day here." she quickly said. "So, what is your name Lieutenant, and give this man more penicillin." "Yes sir, and I'm Lieutenant Mary Hampton." the nurse said as she walked off to get more penicillin. Mark continued on to the next man, he was awake. "Hello, Doc, am I gonna be okay." the soldier asked. Mark looked at the clipboard on his bed and saw that he had a shoulder injury from a plane MG. He quickly replied "I'm sure your going to be fine." The rounds went on for another hour.
Then the doors burst open with stretcher bearers running around. A large sound announced "All Personnel to your stations. Incoming casualties. We have about 200 men coming to be patched up." Mark hurriedly ran outside to the trucks. The smell didn't stop him from giving orders on who to bring in first. After doing triage, he ran inside and tied a white apron on himself. He washed his hands, and arms, and continued into the the Operating Room.
The first man he got to had grenade fragments in his torso. "Scalpel." he said to the nurse he was with. His fingers guided the incision he made. After 15 minutes he closed the man up and asked for another. He did this for 12 more hours. When he got out he headed over to his tent and fell asleep on the cot, within seconds entering.
"Where might I find Major John Turner, Lieutenant." Mark asked the Nurse he was approaching. "Yes, his office is down that hallway, and on the left. His clerk will be outside his office." "Thank you" Mark replied. He started to walk in the direction that the Nurse pointed out. He saw a doorway marked CO's Office. "Are you Captain Johnson, Mark C.?" the clerk asked. "Yes, I am." Mark quickly replied. "Go on in, the Major is waiting for you." Hearing this made him quickly go to the door and open it. "Major Turner, Captain Johnson, Mark C. reporting." Mark quickly said as he snapped to attention and saluted. The Major replied "At, ease Captain. Take a seat." as he saluted back.
Mark took the seat closest to him, and sat down on a sturdy wooden chair. "How long have you been in the Army Captain?" the Major questioned him as he was looking out the back window. "I have been in the army now, for 1 year." Mark replied instantly. "How much combat have you seen." "Before here I served with the 82nd Airborne Division Artillery Headquarters Company. So, I saw combat in Sicily. After that is when I was sent here to the 326th Medical Company." "Yes, your file says that you have treated 247 Allied personnel and 164 Nazi personnel." the Major said in a voice full of loathing. "Yes, I have patched up our guys and their guys, it makes no difference to me. I obey the Hypocratic Oath I took when I became a doctor." "Well what does it matter to me, you are in command of this unit now. So, do what you want. I'll be out of your way by 1200 HRS." the Major stated in a grumpy tone. "Well, I'll give you your time. I'm off to do some rounds." Mark said.
He felt weird; this was the first time he would be in command of a unit, but he would leave thinking to another time. The Nurse saw him coming this time. Mark walked toward the first bed. The Nurse quickly followed. "Neck injury from a sniper, this is his 4th day here." she quickly said. "So, what is your name Lieutenant, and give this man more penicillin." "Yes sir, and I'm Lieutenant Mary Hampton." the nurse said as she walked off to get more penicillin. Mark continued on to the next man, he was awake. "Hello, Doc, am I gonna be okay." the soldier asked. Mark looked at the clipboard on his bed and saw that he had a shoulder injury from a plane MG. He quickly replied "I'm sure your going to be fine." The rounds went on for another hour.
Then the doors burst open with stretcher bearers running around. A large sound announced "All Personnel to your stations. Incoming casualties. We have about 200 men coming to be patched up." Mark hurriedly ran outside to the trucks. The smell didn't stop him from giving orders on who to bring in first. After doing triage, he ran inside and tied a white apron on himself. He washed his hands, and arms, and continued into the the Operating Room.
The first man he got to had grenade fragments in his torso. "Scalpel." he said to the nurse he was with. His fingers guided the incision he made. After 15 minutes he closed the man up and asked for another. He did this for 12 more hours. When he got out he headed over to his tent and fell asleep on the cot, within seconds entering.
