Creative Writing: Empire Island

Lt. replied with, “That will be an option once we confirm it is an isolated enemy outpost.”

The past few months have been rough for the soldiers and I at Valley Forge. Our lack of resources has

Sergeant Taylor thought about it for a moment then handed over the note from Captain O’Hara and the one from the Doctor at the camp. The nurse took them, read the one from Captain O’Hara then hurried to open and read the one from the doctor. “Oh my God.” The nurse said under her breath. “I’ll send a runner to get Commander Hall now. He should be back shortly; can we get you anything while you wait?”

commander did not tell us exactly where we are about to go. The men’s voices went all around the

1. “That Doc really is a fine fellow. We ought to do something for him.”

“Officer Cavil, please meet Federal Agents Sanchez, Ford, and Ross.” Lt. Marshall introduced as they rise off from their seats.

“We’re going to keep him over night for observation. We’ll call you as soon as we have the results on the scan.”

“I want every damn medic we got in camp here now! I want every town doctor over here ASAP. I don’t give a rat’s ass what any medical personnel is doing right now!” the LT barks at his second in command who tries not to throw up on his shoes.

The chief cut him off. “How, exactly, would you know he was a Doctor if you only read to page 50?”

“I want you to organize a chopper filled with our finest soldiers. We are going to try to draw it out and that’s a order. We need to create a diversion in order to save them from the beast.” The General gave the order.

He trudges to the first-aid tent, tens of hundreds of soldiers already waiting to get treated. His arm stings, angry metal pellets embedded in his arm. Many nursed bloodied arms and gaping wounds and Jimin wonders where Korea went wrong.

Lieutenant Steven Danielson and his team sat in the darkened team room. They were talking amongst themselves when Commander Tom McKasskill stepped into the room, “Lieutenant the CO is calling a staff meeting in five mikes you need to be there.”

it was 9:30 A.M. on a monday morning when the call came through. "hi dr mitchell, do you have a minute?

Dr Rogers: “Mm hm. And I guess I'd like to say, "No, I don't want to let you just 'stew' in your feelings," but on the other hand, I--I also feel that, this is the kind of, very private thing that I couldn't possibly answer for you. But I sure as anything will try to help you work toward your own answer. I don’t know if that makes any sense to you but I mean it.”

“Sure, c’mon in.” Dr. Bonsary stated. “Would you call me Harry, we’re going to be on board this ship for a long time and calling me doc or doctor seems a bit formal.”