Late Disclaimer, I don't own Medal of Honor, if I do, I would be laughing and sipping coke on a sandy beaches instead of working my ass off with school. XD

A meaningful Stay

I had to wait a few hours on the ship before the doctors could attend to me, there is just too much wounded or dead for the nurses and doctors to care for. The only thing I guess was worth talking with the rumors of the Navy guys talkedabout, half dumbfounded by so many casualties on an island which they hadcliamed wiped out. From what I guess, the Japs have a damn fine firework display for them.

Anyway I guess I was one of the lucky ones, at least I still have all my pieces together, but one of the guy who had his foot blown off keep telling us that at least he gets to go home instead of dying on a piece of rock in the middle of nowhere. I could see that he had been there a long time, his once well built bodies are lean and dark colored and even though his uniform is new, just the way he talk, even though arrogant, are filled with horror and emptiness of seeing his buddies blown apart out gutted by Japanese Soldiers.

I guess that's true, but I can't help but wonder if I am ever going to be able to go home or have fight again , my injuries had stop bleeding and the pain subsides and I don't think it will get me a ticket home.

Finally a doctor tend my wounds, after about a minute and half of inspecting me, he said

"Hmmm, you look just fine to me son, you lost a lot of blood, but otherwise you look healthy enough"

"How long did you think I will be out of action?"

He holds out 3 fingers and look at me in a serious tone

"3 week?" "3 month?" I asked trying to figure out my fate

"3 hours, young men, I heard from a Colonel that they need replacement for the loss today and since you look pretty healthy so I said you are good enough for action"

At that moment, joy spread through my whole body as I was overjoyed that I was not hurt badly and I could join Collin in the fighting, but than I remembered the image and smells of death on that beach and immediately I want to barf, barely able to contain myself, I nodded in agreement to the doctor, who just nodded and left.

"Before you are to report to duty, as I said you need a nurse to rewrap your wound with a clean bandage and this should last you for a while" "And report to the storage room to get your gear"

"Alright" I sign as I slump back into the bed, thinking perhaps writing a letter to my family, it may well be my last letter anyway.

The nurse's hand was cold and her expression blank and emotionless as she replace my bandages and set up a tube of blood that connected to my arm, I guess she had seem too much death already to show or even care about any patients anymore. I sat there as she finishes up her work and leave as abruptly as she comes.

"Well, at least I could walk now" I talk to no one in particular as I walked around the ship, trying to find something to do. I strolled to the weapon storage room as I check the clock, 1 and half hour to go, so I decide to get myself prepared and I step into the room.

I was greeted by a BIG man, by big I mean a really it, his uniform are tidy but he got an injured leg so I guess he's been on the front before.

"Hey, I am here to pick up my weapons" I approach the man

"Ok, give me your rank and name please, and your serial number"

"Err. Private First Class Roy Turner Carlson's Raider Battalion and my serial number is 0543618563" I notice a raise in his brow when he heard my unit and he walked toward the shelf and pick up the shotgun that Collin give to me and walk back.

"By any chance did you know Tommy?" He asked as he studied the weapon

"Tommy? You mean Cpl. Collin?" I responded as my heart skipped a beat at the sudden question

"A Corporal? He must be doing good, yeah Tommy Collins, are you familiar with him?"

"Well, not really I only met him today, but he saved my hide today though, I probably would be drifting in water now or gutted by Jap if he wasn't there.

"Saving other people's hide huh? Yep got to be him, he saved mine once"

"Really? How? I asked curiously

"This shotgun reminds me of him, and look he inscribe his name on the stock of the weapon, here Tommy Collins, he must really trust you to give you his weapon"

"Well, I lost my weapons while trying to get to the beach so he just shoved it to me, plus, he is using a BAR, quite a marksman too, he can really control it

"Of course, I teach him how to fire that babe, its fine piece of weaponry "

"So why does he have it?"

"I gave it to him, since I got injured in the leg; it's a lucky weapon you know?"

"Mind telling me what happened?" I asked curiously

"What not? Sure, let me get you a weapon first, since that shotgun is only temporary, hmm, what's your preference?"

"I get to chose?" I asked in disbelief

"Well, since you are Tommy's friend I can't just give you any weapon, so what did you want?"

"I don't know, I prefer a rifle though, I am not too good with machine guns"

"How about a Carbine? It light and portable it's not a bad weapon too it sort of weak though you still want it?"

"Yeah, I doubt I'll get in any heavy fighting anyway"

"Hohoho, that's where you are wrong, when fighting the Jap, piece of cake just never happened, but if you want it, I'll throw in you a Colt. 45, use it well, and could you possibility deliver a letter to Tommy for me?"

"Sure, anytime"

"Alright, I'll write it and tell you my story, by the way, call me Menoso It begins after we got out of Guadalcanal………….."

And the story goes on again, the attention turn to Tommy's buddy Menoso, for a while. I seriously don't know how to spell it so please tell me if anyone knows. The reason I call Tommy, Collin is because Roy, a rather random name I have to say, pull it out from different people in my history textbook. A combination of sorts, anyway is because that he just know Tommy and he is not really close to him yet it will change eventually.