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By the time we reached the back line outside of Carentan, there was a med station set up for our wounded. I helped Blithe sit down and asked, "Where do you need me?"
Roe looked over at me. "Do you mind sitting with Tipper?"
"Tipper?" I asked. I hoped he was okay.
Roe nodded and pointed. "He's back there. Make sure he doesn't try to stand up. He keeps saying he can walk, but...well, you'll see when you get back there."
"Okay," I replied as I turned to head to the back corner.
When I arrived to the corner of the room, I spied Tipper lying on a cot. He looked to be in pretty bad shape. Both of his legs were broken and he had a massive head injury.
I knelt down next to his cot. "Hey Tip. How are you feeling?"
He replied shakily, "I'm fine. I want to go back out there!"
"I know you do, Tip...but you're not yourself," I stated.
"That's what they keep telling me, but no one will tell me how bad it is," he replied.
I swallowed and said, "Well, you have two broken legs and you've got a pretty nasty looking wound on your head."
He blinked as he stared up at the ceiling. "I can't go out like this!"
"You're not going anywhere. You'll be back in no time," I replied.
"You're not just saying that are you?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Of course not. You'll be back, but you need to heal up first. We can't have you crawling around on your stomach trying to fire your bazooka at the Germans!"
He laughed. "I could do it!"
"I bet you could, but I'd rather you didn't!" I smiled at him.
"Hey Em?" he asked.
"Yeah Tip?" I replied.
He asked, "What do you think is going to happen now?"
"You mean after this?" I questioned.
"Yeah. I just want to know what I'll be missing," he stated.
I chuckled before replying, "I'm not sure, Tip. I think we'll be heading out again. I overheard someone saying something about a counterattack...it could be what's going to happen next."
He sighed. "I wish I could help."
I didn't say anything. I stood up from the cot and looked around the med station. We had ten men including Winters inside the station getting treatment. It wasn't long before Jeeps were arriving to take the wounded back to Utah beach for extraction.
When Tipper was taken, I headed back to the front of the room. Blithe had since gotten up and left. I asked Roe, "What happened with Blithe?"
"He blacked out. He says he's fine now," he replied.
I nodded slowly. Seemed simple enough, but something just seemed off, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I headed outside to see how the rest of the men were.