“What do I do?” Lee, frustrated, asked. He sounded like a confused child pleading with a teacher. But Kale had no help to offer.
Kale tried to put himself inside Lee’s head. Lee had just turned 20 the previous month, four years younger than Kale. This was the first time either man had seen a severely injured person. As a medic, Lee’s job was to save lives and to treat injuries until doctors could take over. His life-saving skill was intended to bridge the ugliness of the battlefield and the hospital. Medics had done incredible things, deserving much credit for saving lives. And Kale knew Lee had always done well in training, had earned the combat medics badge, finishing near the top of his class.
Before him was a man who moments before had been a breathing thinking living person. The who
