The men of easy company fallowed their medic towards the make shift hospital in some town in Germany; they had lost track of names. The soldiers had been ordered to accompany their medic to the hospital, because the area was not safe and the army could not risk another experienced medic getting lost, especially one like Eugene Roe. Currently the holding the recorded for the most lives saved, the replacement medics and experienced nurses treated him like he was a god. Though, the nurses had a different reason. They saw the way he acted around the wounded and those too far gone to save. No matter what, he would do anything to save those who risked their lives for their country. Even on those who's stomachs were blown open and were already dead, those who all others would leave to die, he tried.
The members of easy saw this too. As trees exploded around them, and as bullets and mortars went off, flying by their heads, he was off, dodging flying objects and fox holes, risking his life for others. They envied his bravery, the way he disregarded himself. And they pitied how he was always the one that watched the men die.
But when a friend of theirs died in the hands of Doc, or even out of them, he was always the first and only one to blame. Even if he was half way across the forest when it happened, they blamed him. And killed him. They new it too. They watched as their medic slowly fell apart. And they could do nothing about it. They watched as the men confronted him about them "killing" their closest friends, about how he could have done something about it. They watched as he took beating after beating, doing nothing, responding to nothing. He sat by himself at the outskirts of the company, barley sleeping or eating anything, and they could do nothing about it.
They walked into the hospital, seeing men everywhere rolling in agony, or passed out from the morphine. They stopped at the door as Gene walked in, straight towards a group of French nurses. He spoke to them, presumably about supplies, and saw the way the younger nurses, barley acknowledging them, but giggling and relishing every word he said. Yet he just ignored the looks he was getting, and fallowed the head nurse to the supply room, getting a box of all the medical things they could spare. They watched as his face softened as the nurse through him several packs of cigarettes and a bar of chocolate. She then thanked him, in English, for helping her the previous night, when she was short handed. "Really, ma'm, it was nothing." He said. "Nonsense. You took over five of my nurses stations! You are welcomed back any time you want, dear. You… have the ability to calm people." At this, he visibly stiffened, but quickly recovered. The old nurse gave him an odd look, before giving him a letter. "Your way off, son." Then she walked off. Doc quickly opened the letter, reading it. He wore a calm look as he turned back to his men, not making eye contact. "Let's go." He said, with his heavy Cajun accent. "Where?' Babe asked. "to the CO office."