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Chapter 4

A Beam of Hope

Sage as well as the rest of camp woke the next morning to choppers and the PA announcement calling all staff to report to duty. Sage threw on her outfit and raced outside there was already men laying on the ground.

"Lieutenant Jones prep for surgery!" Ordered Major Houlihan.

"Yes ma'am." Sage cleaned up, and put on her scrubs. Just then Hawkeye, Frank and Trapper walked in to prep for surgery. Sage watched Hawkeye, assisting him in putting on his scrubs.

"Thank you." Hawkeye gave a quick peck on the cheek. "I believe you will be assisting me." Sage slipped on her gloves and followed Hawkeye out. They stopped at their table, a boy probably no older than nineteen was lying on the table. Sage walked around to his head, the boy was conscious, his eyes met Sage's.

"Am I going to die?" He asked fighting back the tears. Sage took the young boy's hand.

"You have the best surgeons in Korea here, don't be afraid." Sage assured in her southern accent. They were waiting for the anesthesiologist, Sage swept a strand of hair from the boy's face, he grimaced in pain. Hawkeye was prepping for the operation.

"Tell me what's your name? Where are you from?"

"Private Simon Tyler, I'm from…Dover, New Jersey."

"I've never been to New Jersey is it nice up there?" Hawkeye watched as Sage put the private at ease, he admired her bedside manner. The anesthesiologist approached Private Tyler, Sage would have to interrupt his explanation of New Jersey. "You're going to have to tell me more after your surgery, I'll be here when you wake up." She assured. Private Tyler nodded and Lt. Jones held his hand until he was out.

"You were really a good comfort to him." Hawkeye complimented as he began to dig bullets out of the private's leg.

"Call it my own private mission, to bring comfort to those who defend us." They worked together to remove all the bullets, then sowed him up.

"NEXT!" Hawkeye called. "Are you really going to be here when Private Tyler wakes up?"

"I plan to be." They worked together on six more unconscious soldiers, then after several hours of operating there was no more patients.

"Finally!" Acclaimed Hawkeye removing his mask and scrubs, Lt. Sage Jones was also relieved. After cleaning up she went to check on Private Tyler he was sleeping soundly. She felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder, she looked up and into the eyes of Margaret.

"Major…" She stopped her from continuing.

"You did a really good job today, especially for today being your first day, just be careful alright." The last comment Lt. Jones was not quite sure what it meant, but none the less it was a compliment and she was grateful.

"Thank you ma'am." She then stood. "I think I'll go take a shower."

"Private Ryan should be up in three hours."

Three hours later

"Good evening." Private Ryan eyes fluttered open and his looked square into the face of Nurse Jones.

"I thought you wouldn't be here." He replied hoarsely.

"I always keep my promises." She smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Numb." Lt. Jones laughed softly.

"That would be the pain killers."

"Father!" A patient occupying another cot beckoned the priest.

"Yes my son."

"I'm not Catholic, but I would really like someone to pray with."

"That's alright my son, Catholics pray just like Christians."

"That's the thing I'm not even Christian, I'm Jewish." Lt. Jones knew she could help in this department.

"Get some rest Private, I'll check on you later."

"Yes ma'am." Lt. Jones walked over to the confused priest and patient.

"Um Father I believe I can help here." She turned to the soldier in the bed. "I'm Jewish too." For the next hour Lt. Jones prayed with the soldier, talked with the priest, and comforted the other patients, all under the careful watch of Hawkeye.