For prompting_muses
A coward dies a thousand times before his death. The valiant tastes of death but once.
Todd wasn’t aware of much but the searing pain when he crumpled just inside the transport that would take him to base from the Shanghai battle. Even with the immense pain Todd stood and saluted before taking his seat. The others looked straight ahead and Todd did the same. The pain was there, clear and burning in his mind but training managed to override almost everything. Even the rigors of his upbringing were no match for blood loss. The world went from loud and brilliant to black before Todd could react.
Waking was disorienting and as he opened his eyes to the bright florescent he was acutely aware of the right field of vision being obscured. There were words and whispers but he couldn’t focus on the people.
“How is he?
Todd pulled through. We lost him on the table but he should be fine.
He’s the best we’ve got.
He must be.
Is he ready to move?
He should be. His vitals have been stable all morning.”
The voices were clearing and he could hear Church but not focus on his location.
“Soldier. It’s time to move out.”
He was still dazed but his training made his response to commands mechanically. Todd forced himself to sit up and focus. Church was standing there with a doctor. The expression on his face was one so peculiar that it confused him further. On drive to obey alone, Todd pushed himself to his feet at the bed side and saluted.
“Reporting for duty sir.”
“At ease soldier.” Church was the closest thing Todd had to a parent. His response was always more focused when Church addressed him. Church went on. “I’m putting you on relaxation for two weeks. You’ll go to base and train in a few new weapons with your unit until the bandages can be removed.”
“Yes, sir.” Todd was always eager to learn anything.
“Fall in soldier.” Church started for the door and Todd was behind with the prescribed five feet exactly between them. Todd still wondered why he had the bandages on his face but he was alive and could battle soon. That was all that mattered.
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Todd wasn’t aware of much but the searing pain when he crumpled just inside the transport that would take him to base from the Shanghai battle. Even with the immense pain Todd stood and saluted before taking his seat. The others looked straight ahead and Todd did the same. The pain was there, clear and burning in his mind but training managed to override almost everything. Even the rigors of his upbringing were no match for blood loss. The world went from loud and brilliant to black before Todd could react.
Waking was disorienting and as he opened his eyes to the bright florescent he was acutely aware of the right field of vision being obscured. There were words and whispers but he couldn’t focus on the people.
“How is he?
Todd pulled through. We lost him on the table but he should be fine.
He’s the best we’ve got.
He must be.
Is he ready to move?
He should be. His vitals have been stable all morning.”
The voices were clearing and he could hear Church but not focus on his location.
“Soldier. It’s time to move out.”
He was still dazed but his training made his response to commands mechanically. Todd forced himself to sit up and focus. Church was standing there with a doctor. The expression on his face was one so peculiar that it confused him further. On drive to obey alone, Todd pushed himself to his feet at the bed side and saluted.
“Reporting for duty sir.”
“At ease soldier.” Church was the closest thing Todd had to a parent. His response was always more focused when Church addressed him. Church went on. “I’m putting you on relaxation for two weeks. You’ll go to base and train in a few new weapons with your unit until the bandages can be removed.”
“Yes, sir.” Todd was always eager to learn anything.
“Fall in soldier.” Church started for the door and Todd was behind with the prescribed five feet exactly between them. Todd still wondered why he had the bandages on his face but he was alive and could battle soon. That was all that mattered.
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