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A Diary in Red
Previous chapres:
Who Cares if I Cry, When I’ve Lost All That I Love?
Medical tears
Bodies were scattered thickly along the beach, salty water red with war and bitterness. Few were brave enough to walk among the fallen, to say goodbye to those who were never going home. I walked through them, saying a silent prayer for each soul, each brother he met along the way. Watching them come and go; Friends, Brothers, and people so dear; Trusting and hoping, drenched in innocent blood. This cross on my arm makes me an angel and the hope of life in the mind of so many, but what I’ve seen and done makes me no angel. When I’m out there amidst the dying, the fighting and the gunfire, why do I feel so helpless?
- basically this is supposed to happen right after "who cares if i cry" and is the view of a medic