Why Do No Harm?

The next minute I felt a hand on my shoulder completely pulling me like a ragdoll back into the ditch. I could still hear the agony in the dead soldier’s voice. Then Larry exclaimed, “GET YOURSELF TOGETHER HAYES!” and began to listen to Lt. Arthur on what to do next. They were shooting at us from a small farmhouse to our northeast. All around us was as flat ground so we needed a diversion. Cover fire was ordered and we began to approach a bundle of trees near the farm house. Still recovering from the horror, I just witnessed, I ran for my life to a nearby tree where we were supposed to take cover.

As military triage has evolved during the twentieth century, the goal of maintaining fighting strength has increasingly become the dominant, stated goal.Managing these injured facilitated the necessity of differentiating, in many cases, whose injuries were survivable and whose chances of survival were the slimmest. Over time, triage systems have evolved into a very well-defined medical process. Specific medical training is required for the utilization of the multiple types of triage systems available.

Suddenly there was a loud explosion in the front of our truck. VC guerrillas had just fired a B40 mortar at the convoy. The truck in two positions ahead of ours immediately flipped over horizontally and partially blocked the road. It was not known if the truck got hit by the mortar or the driver had lost control of the steering wheel. Subsequently; the convoy stopped and all of us simultaneously jumped out of the trucks, like bees when their beehive was attacked. We dived to locations along the banks of the rice field on two sides of the road, to avoid the bullets and to return fire at the enemy. I looked to the left side of the road and saw Second Lieutenant Thạch, our Company Commander, was boldly leading a troop mounting a counter

I climbed out, and looked around. Most of the drawers, cupboards and doors were either open or smashed. My parents had vanished, they were nowhere to be seen. I walked to, what used to be, the front door. I looked outside and was horrified to see that half of the houses were in flames or had burnt down completely. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to think. I don’t know why, but I started to run. I ran as fast as I could I wasn’t going to stop. I was going to the city limits, I was going to leave ‘The Main’. I jumped the fence, and was engulfed by trees and plants. I walked around, I didn’t know what to do; should I go back? Should I hand myself in? When I was deep in thought a hand covered my mouth and I fell to the

The semi-truck fired up, spilling out dark exhaust. I got in my car. I began to look at the interior closer. It was well used, the seats were torn and stained, the steering wheel flaked in my hand to reveal the foam beneath. A single key sat nicely on the center of the dashboard. I lay my gun against the passenger seat, the trigger facing towards me in case I needed to grab it in a hurry. I started the car up and rolled down the windows, allowing the air to flow through.

Willsons body dropped to the ground while the ringing sound of the shot fired echoed in my ears. i stood there afraid and stunned. I had never seen someone get shot before. all i could do was look over his dying body while the blood came running out and started to surround my white vans . soon enough i was standing in pool of his blood feeling sick to my stomach on the verge of vomiting.

“This is bullshit.” you mutter. Your chest heaves and your legs are numb. Just then, a gun clicks beside your temple. The heat of the barrel is raw against your soaked skin.

I move my head a fraction to the left and stare up at the sky, which is framed, rather claustrophobically, by the decrepit brick buildings on either side. Of all the places to be shot, it had to be near an alleyway. If I’d gotten shot near an IKEA, at least they could’ve laid me on a mattress.

The loud noise of the gun took over my body at that exact moment, my knees begin to buckle, my legs give in and I lose all sense of control. Gravity pushes at my fragile and weak shoulders until I collapse like a rag doll onto the cold, rough gravel surrounded by autumn leaves tattooing my bare, bruised legs. For a moment all I can hear is the eco in each breath I take run through my whole body, short breath after short breath … I slow it down. My vision blurred with tear-filled eyes, I look over my shoulder. It’s out to get me.

A missile has hit trucks travelling back to camp about 2 miles away. I ask the captain “how many?” he replies “3 trucks, 33 recruits” I am shocked but determined to go and help them. As I get there I see there’s nothing around for miles, just sand dunes and a few elephant trees and rocks. The scene was chaos, me and a few others joined the 10 medics already there. The captain confirmed 13 dead and the rest injured. So I begin to help patching up a broken ankle on lieutenant Quinn. he was driving the first truck and his ankle was trapped under a foot pedal, he will be fine but some had serious head injuries who have been taken back already. I am sat talking to Quinn asking him how its been out there, “he said quiet, I think they were waiting for this opportunity”. Then I hear a sound, like a plane only getting louder, and in an instant everywhere was dark, sounds fuzzy like an electromagnetic noise from a television, I begin to get flashbacks of my husband and children. I hope they will be okay then I was

Before I could reach my shotgun, one person from the truck reached out and shot me in the head. I couldn’t do nothing but lay down and I couldn’t move my leg out from under the wagon in time before Jack started to get all wild because of the noise and pulled the wagon right over my leg. Both things made me think that I would never be able to do anything again because of the pain.

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I immediately stopped The car and jumped out I saw all my friends crawl out of the car in balls of flames i wanted to find a way to put them out but I was so much in shock I couldn't even move a muscle. I didn't know What to do.

My heart was pounding so hard it was as if I could see it beating through my chest. My mind was racing. Right when I felt like giving up it seems like I saw a house out of no where. I could hear his footsteps getting closer and I looked down at bare feet and my ripped clothes for the abuse I'd endured earlier and immediately made a decision to knock on the strangers door.

“ BANG!”.It was a cold October day. I was at Fort Meigs. I was excited to watch my brother run cross country. I was at the starting line waiting for the gun to go off.