There is a man, the one who weeps for the Grunts.
He is shrouded in dust and mud and hate and blood. He carries a thousand souls in his pocket and a hundred lives in his heart. He checks the trucks and makes them ready; he smokes the cigarettes, grips his hands until his knuckles are loose, and grinds his teeth to keep his hands steady and his knees from shaking. He keeps silent most of the time…the shadow of the Infantry…close at hand yet always apart.
He walks into danger and never backs down. He never asks why and he never second-guesses his mission. Yet he dreads the call…the scream of a familiar voice that rises above the din of battle because he knows it’s that scream that will make his job necessary.
So he dreads it…and he welcomes it...his purpose and his curse.
He listens as it starts; Hoping it doesn’t happen and praying he is fast enough when it does…
and then the silence…
and now the rage…
and above it all…
“MEEEEDDDDIIIIIICCCCC”
“DOC!”
Dynamite goes off in his veins and everything becomes a blur. He is at the side of a man he calls Brother and he’s doing everything he can to keep him alive…
”Stay alive…look at me…you’re going to be alright…it’s nothing…”
But his brain is screaming as hands delve into the open wounds…
”Grab this...”
“Pinch that”…
”Call for nine-line NOW!”
Jesus…let’s get him moved!”
…everything’s is a blur
…no emotion yet
…just the job…keep low...wait for Dust Off...
*crack*... *snap*... "not today..."
..."stay with me...angels inbound"...
Hours later, after the rush wears off, you can find him at the CSH holding hands with the man while they work on him.
“Doc, it’s time to go”
...no answer
...don’t expect one... Doc don't leave his boys.
Who is this man? What makes him so?
He is God’s Savage Angel and he reaps the battlefield and robs the enemy of their victory!
This, this man, the MEDIC, the Corpsman is St. Michael’s own chosen - the only understanding soul a Grunt really has.
If the Infantry is Death,
Then the Medic is a thief
- stealing life from the blood-thirsty devil and giving it back to his beloved Grunts.
The Savage Angel and Death’s own Specter…
Together on the battlefield...
Brothers...
Never to be parted.
- Preacher, Admin from Gruntworks
He is shrouded in dust and mud and hate and blood. He carries a thousand souls in his pocket and a hundred lives in his heart. He checks the trucks and makes them ready; he smokes the cigarettes, grips his hands until his knuckles are loose, and grinds his teeth to keep his hands steady and his knees from shaking. He keeps silent most of the time…the shadow of the Infantry…close at hand yet always apart.
He walks into danger and never backs down. He never asks why and he never second-guesses his mission. Yet he dreads the call…the scream of a familiar voice that rises above the din of battle because he knows it’s that scream that will make his job necessary.
So he dreads it…and he welcomes it...his purpose and his curse.
He listens as it starts; Hoping it doesn’t happen and praying he is fast enough when it does…
and then the silence…
and now the rage…
and above it all…
“MEEEEDDDDIIIIIICCCCC”
“DOC!”
Dynamite goes off in his veins and everything becomes a blur. He is at the side of a man he calls Brother and he’s doing everything he can to keep him alive…
”Stay alive…look at me…you’re going to be alright…it’s nothing…”
But his brain is screaming as hands delve into the open wounds…
”Grab this...”
“Pinch that”…
”Call for nine-line NOW!”
Jesus…let’s get him moved!”
…everything’s is a blur
…no emotion yet
…just the job…keep low...wait for Dust Off...
*crack*... *snap*... "not today..."
..."stay with me...angels inbound"...
Hours later, after the rush wears off, you can find him at the CSH holding hands with the man while they work on him.
“Doc, it’s time to go”
...no answer
...don’t expect one... Doc don't leave his boys.
Who is this man? What makes him so?
He is God’s Savage Angel and he reaps the battlefield and robs the enemy of their victory!
This, this man, the MEDIC, the Corpsman is St. Michael’s own chosen - the only understanding soul a Grunt really has.
If the Infantry is Death,
Then the Medic is a thief
- stealing life from the blood-thirsty devil and giving it back to his beloved Grunts.
The Savage Angel and Death’s own Specter…
Together on the battlefield...
Brothers...
Never to be parted.
- Preacher, Admin from Gruntworks
There is a man, the one who weeps for the Grunts.
He is shrouded in dust and mud and hate and blood. He carries a thousand souls in his pocket and a hundred lives in his heart. He checks the trucks and makes them ready; he smokes the cigarettes, grips his hands until his knuckles are loose, and grinds his teeth to keep his hands steady and his knees from shaking. He keeps silent most of the time…the shadow of the Infantry…close at hand yet always apart.
He walks into danger and never backs down. He never asks why and he never second-guesses his mission. Yet he dreads the call…the scream of a familiar voice that rises above the din of battle because he knows it’s that scream that will make his job necessary.
So he dreads it…and he welcomes it...his purpose and his curse.
He listens as it starts; Hoping it doesn’t happen and praying he is fast enough when it does…
and then the silence…
and now the rage…
and above it all…
“MEEEEDDDDIIIIIICCCCC”
“DOC!”
Dynamite goes off in his veins and everything becomes a blur. He is at the side of a man he calls Brother and he’s doing everything he can to keep him alive…
”Stay alive…look at me…you’re going to be alright…it’s nothing…”
But his brain is screaming as hands delve into the open wounds…
”Grab this...”
“Pinch that”…
”Call for nine-line NOW!”
Jesus…let’s get him moved!”
…everything’s is a blur
…no emotion yet
…just the job…keep low...wait for Dust Off...
*crack*... *snap*... "not today..."
..."stay with me...angels inbound"...
Hours later, after the rush wears off, you can find him at the CSH holding hands with the man while they work on him.
“Doc, it’s time to go”
...no answer
...don’t expect one... Doc don't leave his boys.
Who is this man? What makes him so?
He is God’s Savage Angel and he reaps the battlefield and robs the enemy of their victory!
This, this man, the MEDIC, the Corpsman is St. Michael’s own chosen - the only understanding soul a Grunt really has.
If the Infantry is Death,
Then the Medic is a thief
- stealing life from the blood-thirsty devil and giving it back to his beloved Grunts.
The Savage Angel and Death’s own Specter…
Together on the battlefield...
Brothers...
Never to be parted.
- Preacher, Admin from Gruntworks
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