"It's okay, we've got you!" Her soft voice cascaded over the gruesome scene as the soldier did her best to hide the panic welling up behind her armor.
"Medic! We need a medic over here!" one of the bloody men shouted over his shoulder.
"Come on, man. You're gonna be okay. You're fine."
"Where's a combat medic?!" In the middle of the group of uniformed figures was a man covered in blood, trembling as his eyes drooped more and more. He held tight to the hand of the woman in whose lap his head lay, gazing up at the black and red sky between smoldering trees.
"Alpha squad to second platoon request immediate cas-evac at point bravo-one-niner south-south-east of location seven-seven-kilo status is..."
"Wh...who...who's hit?" the man asked weakly, trying to focus on the frantic faces around him as they worked to stem the flow of blood from his body. It pooled in the charred earth, peppered with ash.
"Nobody's hit--we're okay." she said gently, brushing his short black hair. "Just relax. You don't have to do anything."
"I need a medic here!" The dying man inhaled slowly, the air hissing and sputtering on blood between chattering teeth.
"I'm... cold." he said weakly, barely audible.
"You've done good." the woman said, tearfully. "You've done your job, soldier." Instinctively, the man on the ground reached past the pairs of hands pressing against his torso to grab at the white armband embroidered with a red cross under his left shoulder, as if just to check it was there. Now he was crying.
"I don't wanna die." he said to the black swirling sky, whose nearing vibrations were rustling the autumn leaves overhead, causing them to cascade down in flurries of glowing orange and grey. "I wanna go home."
A great steel Valkyrie descended upon the battlefield. Finally at ease, a motionless soldier faded away from the only place he could call home. The medic was relieved, of duty.
I am a combat medic. I am the guardian angel. I am the watchful eye and steady hand against the cold grip of the abyss. I am the salvation in hell. My only enemy is death itself. I am vital, because I am useful. I act when others fall. I work when others fail. I am the anti-soldier. I create to destroy, so my comrades may destroy to create. I am the combat medic.