Running, screaming, crying, bleeding, chaos. 19 year old Marcel Augustin ran to his twin brother's aid, "Hey," Marcel panted as he gently smacked his brother's cheek, "Hey, Ben. Hey!" his brother, Benjamin, mumbled as his eyes slowly fluttered open showing that he was still alive. Marcel smiled weakly before he pulled out his IFAK and began to tend to Ben's wounds.
Benjamin had been shot in the abdomen and chest, a bullet in his liver and a bullet in his left lung, he was bleeding out quickly, "Marcy," he wheezed weakly, "Marcy, I don't think I'm gonna make it, ma sardine."
"Just shut up, Ben!" Marcel cried as he tried his best to stop the bleeding, "We're gonna get you outta here, alright?!"
"Ma and pa ain't gonna be too happy to hear that their little girl ran off to fight with a bunch rowdy boys," Ben chuckled weakly, "Try to stay outta trouble while I'm gone, alright?" Ben squeezed Marcel's hand with the strength he had left while Marcel cried and whispered that everything would be alright.
"You know me," Marcel smiled, "I'm trouble incarnate." Marcel gazed into Ben's eyes, they were lifeless, his heart dropped. His chest quivered, bile built up in his throat, his voice trembled as he called for a corpsman, the bandages on hischest were drenched in sweat.
You may be wondering how Marcel ended up in this mess. You may be questioning, "Is this person a girl or a boy?" It's best if we started this story from the very beginning. It started on that fateful 7th of December, 1941, the Augustin twins enlisted into the USMC. Benjamin was sent out to the front while Marcel had to stay behind... Little did he know that dearest twin had other plans...
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Author's notes/Cultural notes/translations:
IFAK- Individual First Aid Kit.
Ma sardine- it's french for "my sardine", don't ask. It's supposed to be a term of endearment. Fun fact, posessive pronouns ending with 'a' refers to a feminine subject.
USMC- the acronym for United States Marine Corps.