When his father died in a tragic accident before his even finished his university courses, John Watson realized he had to dramatically readjust his plans for the future. Medicine was no longer an option. The army it was, then, with its promise of adventure and immediate employment.
Employment, certainly. Adventures, well . . .
He and a corporal were swimming when the corporal was attacked by a crocodile. Watson got him to shore but the leg was horribly mangled and the fellow was in agony.
"I don't know what to do!" Watson cried frantically. "I'm a soldier, not a doctor!"
Back to the original drabble form, and a sideways answer to CG's "Star Trek" challenge.