1A/N: All thoughts are in bold. Did I also mention that Ho-Jon won't be in this story either?
Let's fast-forward another week shall we?;
It was about noon when the bus pulled up, it was everyone else that was supposed to arrive about a week or two ago, but had somehow gotten lost.
Pulling up to the compound, everyone in the bus smelled the horror first. The latrine in one direction, the kitchen in another, and the dump in yet another direction. If that place wasn't hell, is sure smelled like it.
As they got out, Radar, who was just coming back from the latrine, had recognized almost everyone of them from their profile pictures. He saw Pvt. Igor, Capt. Spaulding, Corp. Smith (the camp bus driver), Serg. Zale, Pvt. Goldman, and a lot of other enlisted men. He also saw a lot of Nurses, among which were; Lt. Dish, Lt. Kellye, Lt. Baker, Lt. Bigelow, Lt. Able, and Cpt. Charlie, among the crowd of twenty some nurses. Then, he saw someone that he didn't recognize, he was walking, more or less limping down the steps.
As Radar went closer, and upon further inspection saw that this guy's arm was in bandages. 'That's odd,' Radar thought, 'we normally don't get bandaged up staff members on a normal basis here.' After the man got off, Radar got on the bus to see if there was anyone else.
What he saw wasn't pretty. He saw the front top two beds, one on the driver and one on the passenger sides, with wounded men in them. Wounded men who might need to be operated on immediately, men who's bodies have been invaded by foreign objects, metal, possibly poisonous metal to be exact. Radar didn't like the thought of that. The sight of blood alone made him feel nauseous, but the thought that these men might die, if they got help or not, put him over the top.
Rushing out of the bus to toss his breakfast, Radar passed by Col. Blake, which he bumped into.
"Whoa, Radar! Watch where you're going! You might run into a wall or something!" Col. Blake said, in a joking manner. Radar didn't have time to talk, it was either run to the bushes or throw up on Col. Blake. He chose the bushes.
"Radar? Did you hear me?" Col. Blake said, following Radar to the bushes.
Radar started to throw up, a lot because he started to like Army food. He also tried to talk while he was throwing up;
"Col.! (throw up)"
"What's wrong Radar? Why are you throwing up?" Col. Blake asked concerned.
Radar didn't really pause for Henry to talk, but more to throw up, so he continued;
"I'm throwing up, (throw up) because I saw, (throw up) I saw, (throw up, then spitting to get it all out)"
"Saw what Radar?" Henry asked him.
Now done throwing up for the moment, Radar could pay attention to the things around him, among the sounds, he suddenly heard choppers.
'What, what is it Radar?" Henry asked, running after Radar, who was going to go over the PA and announce the incoming wounded.
"Choppers!" Was all Radar could yell.
"What?" Henry stopped and listened. "I don't hear anything."
"Listen and you'll hear them!" Radar yelled at him.
Suddenly hearing them for the first time, he ran off shouting;
"CHOPPERS! CHOPPERS! CHOPPERS!" and on and on.
Running toward his office to get the PA, Radar ran into the wounded guy that walked off the bus only minutes before.
"Go over that way. They'll help you!" He told the wounded guy. All the guy did was start walking over there, no thanks, no nothing.
Then he started to run back to his office to get the PA. Everyone heard the choppers by now, but since this was the first time that this happened to them, they didn't know what it was. Everyone just ignored it, probably thinking that it was mail, and Radar would deliver it to them. Odd how the people who came on the bus didn't report it to anybody. Then the PA came alive with Radar's voice;
"OK everyone! Incoming wounded! Choppers at the heli-pad, and some on the bus!"
Mass hysteria started, no one knew what to do, they never did this in med or nursing school, or in any other school. Radar could hear the screaming from the panicking people outside and said into the PA;
"OK, Captain Striper and Corporal Klinger to the bus! Major Hammer, Captain Spaulding and Captain Black to the heli-pad! Major Burns and Lt. Col. Blake to Pre-op, sirs! Nurses, either go to the bus, heli-pad, or Pre-op! Once the ones at the bus are done, go to the OR, then the ones at the heli-pad do the same. Once Pre-op starts calming down, some nurses can go over to Post-op and check on the patients when they start going over there, ma'ams!"
No one minded at the moment that they were listening to a Corporal, they knew that they had to help the wounded, no matter who told them how.
Then in OR;
It was crowded. Every table had a patient, a doctor, and a nurse. Some even had two nurses. The chatter was at most, mindless, at least, useless.
"This is fun isn't it?" Captain Striper tried to joke, "Us being here in the war and operating on people just like we do at home?" Then he started to laugh, he was the only one who was.
Radar came in, to report the latest news;
"Good news! Only three more wounded!" That was followed cheers by the crowd of sweaty, messy, bloody, dirty surgeons. It was their first OR session, and they worked half of the day away, twelve hours, meaning that it was about midnight to 12:30 AM.
"It really makes me feel sick, operating on these people. I've never seen so much destruction only to help little, if at all," Frank said. "Think about when the fighting really starts to be heavy and those poor, maybe even helpless Korean civilians and orphans start flooding these OR gurney's due to North Korean, Chinese, or even our fire. Father, I'd like to donate five more dollars to the orphans."
"Well thank you, Major Burns, your kindness is greatly appreciated." Father Mulcahy replied.
"Anytime, Father," was his reply. "I'm done with this guy here, next patient please!"
A/N: Alright, more dialogue will be added. The descriptions of the first days have ended, not to say that there won't be a lot of descriptions, I just will add more dialogue.