The Great War
Aug 3rd, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The gunfire in the near distance didn’t faze me after ten months of war. I had a job to do and with few hours of sleep and lack of food, the lieutenant couldn’t believe my energy. The truth was, I hid my exhaustion because the men needed my surgical skills.
I operated on an eighteen-year-old boy who took two bullets to the leg. By the time he came to me, it was too late. I had to remove it, or he’d die.
The captain said ‘The Great War’ would end soon.
I wished I believed him as another casualty arrived.
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