The first week flew by in a blur of events. The second day working in the medical tent was similar to the first. The worst was the third day. It wasn’t like the situation got better on the following days; however, the third day was when war truly broke out and we suffered a high number of casualties. It was brutal and extremely shocking. The other days that followed was the same until somehow, I had gotten used to seeing men dying right in front of my own very eyes.
“He’s not going to make it; we should move on…” Mou said sadly.
I looked down at the man laying on the stretcher as he struggled to breathe. Mou’s right, this man probably won’t make it. Before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in the palm of my hands and realized that I was clenching my hand so tightly that my nails were digging into my skin.
