PART 1
"Captain Ramsfield we are getting you out of here, now!"
He looked down at both of his legs. It looked like he was going to die. His chest had torn open on the side.
"I'm not going to die," he said in the faintest of whispers.
"Damn right, you aren't!"
Ramsfield looked up. He saw General Hayes moving his body toward the helicopter waiting a few yards away. He heard the other soldiers say, "fall back, fall back!" as he was dragged into the helicopter.
Ramsfield was soon set on a stretcher. He soon fell asleep.
SIX HOURS LATER
"Most of his leg and chest was torn apart in that shoot-out. I don't think he'll be leaving for the next few weeks."
Ramsfield opened his eyes. He saw his wife, Heather standing next to the bed. He barely managed a whisper, "Hi."
"You'll be surprised to see where you'll go next," the doctor said. He pulled on his cheek. The rest of his face came with it. Heather did the same. A blonde-haired man and someone that seemed to resemble Elvis Presley, well, at least in Ramsfield's eyes, appeared. The man resembling Elvis Presley pulled out a .44 Magnum Revolver from his pocket. He aimed right for his chest.
"Bye, bye,"