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"Yelled at us to do something," the orderly continues. Davies can see his sleeve. He's a corporal. Must be with the Royal Army Medical Corps. "You were covered with mud. We couldn't even tell if you were hurt or not."
"Was I?"
"Not as bad as you'd think, for being dug out of a trench. A lot of bruising, no broken bones." He finishes his inspection and pulls the blanket back up. "Good thing you were wearing your helmet. You're a lucky man, Private Davies."
Davies guesses he is.
He's a bit scratched up and now he has an impressive dent in his helmet where the corporal tells him he was hit by a large and fairly solid clod of mud, but nothing's broken or barely even strained, although he's stiff and sore. And they need the bed, so they kick him out of the first aid station with the suggestion that if he feels genuinely injured, he can go on to the dressing station.
"They're likely full up with wounded, though," the corporal says, "so you're probably better off just staying here."
Captain Bradford comes by one more time before Davies is released, and stands next to the cot to ask how he is.
( Doing ok, Captain, Davies says. )
words: 1830
total words: 35,879
note: i kind of conflated two attacks at the end here, but whatever, in real life they happened all of four days apart. there really was snow and sleet, tho. and men in the british army really were told not to stop for the wounded during an advance.
"Was I?"
"Not as bad as you'd think, for being dug out of a trench. A lot of bruising, no broken bones." He finishes his inspection and pulls the blanket back up. "Good thing you were wearing your helmet. You're a lucky man, Private Davies."
Davies guesses he is.
He's a bit scratched up and now he has an impressive dent in his helmet where the corporal tells him he was hit by a large and fairly solid clod of mud, but nothing's broken or barely even strained, although he's stiff and sore. And they need the bed, so they kick him out of the first aid station with the suggestion that if he feels genuinely injured, he can go on to the dressing station.
"They're likely full up with wounded, though," the corporal says, "so you're probably better off just staying here."
Captain Bradford comes by one more time before Davies is released, and stands next to the cot to ask how he is.
( Doing ok, Captain, Davies says. )
words: 1830
total words: 35,879
note: i kind of conflated two attacks at the end here, but whatever, in real life they happened all of four days apart. there really was snow and sleet, tho. and men in the british army really were told not to stop for the wounded during an advance.
