[ There's not much to be said about the memory, other than its typical of one of his from that time. Dark, bloody, smelled of fire, rot, and earth, though this was slightly quietier compared to others. ]
We'll the medic that was with me, an older guy and...I he was a corporal or something, anyway - he and I were in a bad way. I got hit in the leg and couldn't move, then I got seperated from my unit and this guy stayed with me.
[ Night time, like any operation. There's a brief flash of the exact moment Sam described, a sudden numbness in his leg as he went flying from an explosion then crawling behind the remains of a truck for cover. Minutes later there's someone else on top of him speaking with a strong southern accent telling him he'll be okay and hitting him with some morphine while he raised his rifle and fired at whatever so much as twitched in their general direction. ]
It was hours before we finally got the word someone was gonna fish us out but, the whole while this guy kept telling me we're gonna be okay, we're gonna be okay. It was I think early in the morning when he told me about a medic in a war far before my time named Desmond Doss.
This guy didn't carry a gun because of his beliefs, but he willingly jumped straight into the frontlines, right alongside his fellow soldiers, but instead of taking lives he was saving them. Jumping in and out of combat, carrying a wounded soldier one after the other for hours and hours on end. Through the night, through the hellscape of war, machinegun fire and excruciating pain and weariness, Desmond Doss did everything and anything he can to save people, saving even enemy soldiers if he can. He was there, and saved dozens of not hundreds of men who would have died or had particaly given up. He lived through three campaigns and had a son.
[ He smiled. ]
We were saved shortly after, and the story stuck with me. I thought "This Doss guy must have been one crazy sonuvabitch to do that", but his story resonated with me. I told myself that if ever made it through my fight, I'd name my first son after him with the hopes he becomes like Desmond. The first hero I had in a long time. A real, feeble, but extra ordinary human being.
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We'll the medic that was with me, an older guy and...I he was a corporal or something, anyway - he and I were in a bad way. I got hit in the leg and couldn't move, then I got seperated from my unit and this guy stayed with me.
[ Night time, like any operation. There's a brief flash of the exact moment Sam described, a sudden numbness in his leg as he went flying from an explosion then crawling behind the remains of a truck for cover. Minutes later there's someone else on top of him speaking with a strong southern accent telling him he'll be okay and hitting him with some morphine while he raised his rifle and fired at whatever so much as twitched in their general direction. ]
It was hours before we finally got the word someone was gonna fish us out but, the whole while this guy kept telling me we're gonna be okay, we're gonna be okay. It was I think early in the morning when he told me about a medic in a war far before my time named Desmond Doss.
This guy didn't carry a gun because of his beliefs, but he willingly jumped straight into the frontlines, right alongside his fellow soldiers, but instead of taking lives he was saving them. Jumping in and out of combat, carrying a wounded soldier one after the other for hours and hours on end. Through the night, through the hellscape of war, machinegun fire and excruciating pain and weariness, Desmond Doss did everything and anything he can to save people, saving even enemy soldiers if he can. He was there, and saved dozens of not hundreds of men who would have died or had particaly given up. He lived through three campaigns and had a son.
[ He smiled. ]
We were saved shortly after, and the story stuck with me. I thought "This Doss guy must have been one crazy sonuvabitch to do that", but his story resonated with me. I told myself that if ever made it through my fight, I'd name my first son after him with the hopes he becomes like Desmond. The first hero I had in a long time. A real, feeble, but extra ordinary human being.