So no one is getting the China Beach references. McMurphy is named after a character from that sho and the phrase "I don't drug I prescribe" is a line from another character. Look it up it's a great show about vietnam
Blown away
Don was woken up sometime in the night when the space right behind his knees dipped down. He looked over his shoulder to see a terrified looking Jack. She pulled her knees up and tucked them under her chin, her arms wrapping around them.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Don asked, concern lacing his voice as he propped himself up on one arm.
"There's a huge fucking spider on the bed." She whispered quietly. Don almost dropped himself back on his cot in surprise. She was petrified of a spider?
"Just kill it." He told her and he dropped back onto the cot. She shook her head.
"It's too fucking big." She said. "It'll eat me alive." Don frowned. That sounded really odd coming from her until he remembered that the medicine she had to take for the infection could sometimes make reality seem exaggerated. He thought nothing of it and closed his eyes, falling back asleep quickly while Jack remained sitting on his bed. He didn't mind. In fact, he was glad to have her so close.
"Iche leibe dich." He whispered to her as he drifted to sleep. He heard her whisper it back. He was woken up a second time about an hour after he had fallen asleep. This time he felt a weight on his leg. He looked up to see Jack had fallen over asleep and her head landed on his thigh, near his knee. He smiled to himself and drifted back to sleep, enjoying having her so close again.
Norman, Gordo and Boyd had woken up early and decided to go visit their friends before they started working on the tank. Boyd was also going to tell Don what needed to be fixed and what had to wait until Grady got there. They stopped talking when they saw Jack still asleep on Don's leg. Don was awake but he couldn't move and Jack wasn't awake yet. Now that she was sleeping better, it was a struggle to get her to wake up. Norman tried not to laugh, he really did. Grady was awake and sitting up. He grinned when they entered the tent.
"What we miss, man?" Gordo asked quietly as they walked over.
"She woke up last night, saying there was a large spider on her bed." Don explained.
"You're fucking kidding." Boyd accused, not believing it. "Bullshit." Don gave him a hard look.
"Do I look like I'm lying, Boyd?" He asked, challenging him. Boyd snorted and shook his head. Their favorite medic, McMurphy entered with their food and his bag of medical equipment. He stopped and Don's bed, surprised.
"How'd she get there?" He asked. Don repeated the story and he laughed. "Ah. I see. Jack, get up." He said and shook her shoulder. She blinked awake, slightly confused and dazed. The medic laughed as she sat up. "C'mon, get back on your own cot. I think he wants to sit up." McMurphy laughed. Alarm flashed across her face.
"Hell no!" she explained loudly as she was tugged to her feet. She yanked her arm away and sat back on the cot. Boyd walked over and past Norman to her bed. "There's huge ass spider on that thing."
"Where was it Jack?" Boyd asked.
"It was right next to my fucking face!" She yelled. It was fucking huge! I'm telling you, it's there." She insisted.
"Jack, it was probably just the medicine making you dream weird." McMurphy said as Boyd lifted the pillow and took it out of it's case. Don sat up and watched. The medic walked over to her cot and pulled back the sheets.
On her cot was the biggest spider any of them had ever seen. Jack covered her mouth and screamed, standing on Don's cot. Even Collier was slightly alarmed by the spider and jolted, surprised by the thing. At the same time, the medic yelled, dropped the blanket and jumped back. Boyd and Norman swore, retreating to the other side of the room. Gordo actually walked over to look at it. It was fucking huge.
"Oh, shit, she wasn't dreaming." Norman pointed out.
"Jesus Christ, that thing was next to your head?" Grady asked, able to see t form his cot. Jack was frozen, standing on Don's cot. It ran in their direction and jumped off the bed. Jack shrieked, covering her mouth again and even the men jumped away, shouting. Gordo stepped up and crushed the beast.
"Damn, that fucker was big." He said as he ground his foot into the dirt. They were all slightly stunned and Jack looked a bit pale. She plopped back down on the cot.
"I don't feel so good." She admitted, staring at the crushed spider. Don watched as a shiver ran down her back.
"Aw man, you can see it's guts!" Norman said, stepping closer to look at it and Collier swore Jack went slightly green.
"You terrified of spiders?" He asked, incredulously. She shrugged.
"You could say that." She said.
"I wonder how many more are hanging around here." McMurphy wondered aloud. Jack straightened up and turned to Don, alarmed.
"I'm gonna stay here for a while." She said quietly with wide eyes. Don chuckled and turned to Boyd.
"Bible, hand me that pillow." He said and Boyd tossed it to him. He stuck it behind him on top of his own and leaned back, now propped up so he wouldn't have to use his muscles to sit up. It still hurt like a bitch to sit up on his own. "What makes you're safe over here?" Don asked, nudging her with his foot. She crossed her legs like a pretzel and glared at him.
"You smell like shit. Hoping that'll keep them away." She bit at him. Don chuckled as he settled against the pillows. McMurphy made his rounds, feeding everyone and checking their injuries.
Jack's leg was looking much better and he decided he should check her shoulder injuries just in case there was an issue there. She unbuttoned her shirt partially and stuck her arm through. Everything remained covered except for her shoulder and arm. She rested her jacket on Don's legs. The bullet wounds were not infected and were healing well. She hissed in pain when he applied antiseptic around the edges of the wound. He told her to suck it up.
Sergeant Collier's wounds were healing well. They didn't have to go digging through him to pull out bullets and McMurphy decided to give him some medicine to prevent infection, not wanting to risk a repeat of what happened to Jack. She wasn't aware, but she was damn close to needing an amputation.
McMurphy checked Grady's back and shoulder wound before giving him medicine, too. They did have to pull some metal fragments out of him but he still didn't get an infection. McMurphy had to hypothesize that Jack's already weakened immune system was even further weakened by stress from the event.
Because of the number of times Sergeant Collier had been shot, he decided to keep him one more night at least. He kept Grady for another night as well. The metal that hit Grady was extremely close to the spine and wanted the muscles to heal before he went to work on the tank. Jack was going to be stuck there for at least another night as well and probably longer, he didn't trust her to keep out of trouble and did not want to risk the infection returning.
McMurphy checked out Gordo's shoulder wounds and gave him some medicine in case as well. Anyone in their group who was shot got medicine to prevent infection. He was not risking it. The same thing went for Boyd. This medicine was different from what Jack had to take because she actually had the infection. She was staying another night to make sure the infection was gone and to give her leg a chance to heal before she got out in the mud. McMurphy felt like he was dealing with toddlers some days.
"Hey, Doc!" Jack called as he began to leave. He turned to her. "You got a book I can read?" She asked. He smiled and told her he would look for something. "So, what are you three going to be doing today?" She asked, turning to the three men who weren't bed ridden with bullet holes. Jack thought it was so unfair Gordo could walk around and she couldn't. All because of a stupid infection.
"Just fixing up the tank." Norman answered. "We have to take apart the stick at my seat, something got jammed and now it won't move." He explained. She scowled.
"The fuck you do to my stick, Norman?" She teased accusingly.
"It ain't your seat no more, Jack!" Grady yelled from across the room. She rolled her eyes and sighed. McMurphy returned with a book.
"Whatever you guys are going to do, do it fast. Looks like a nasty storm is rolling in." He told them, pointing to the window. "I just hope it doesn't have heavy winds." He said quietly. "This tent is not made for winds. It'll hold but some places are already at risk for tearing." He explained and handed Jack the book It was a copy of Frankenstien. Jack smiled.
"A creepy book for story weather. Thanks." She told him and smiled. He nodded and returned the smile before leaving to check on a few other patients in a separate section of the medical tent. Jack looked out the tent's small window and saw thick, almost black clouds rolling towards them. "I think we're going to get hit pretty hard." She observed.
"We'll be in the tank for the most part so it shouldn't be an issue." Boyd told her. She looked to him with a firm look.
"Easy for you to say. We're stuck in a tent." She pointed out and motioned around her. Boyd laughed and set a hand on her head, messing up her already messy hair. She glared and swatted his hands away. The three left and soon after, the rain began to fall.
Jack pulled her attention from the plastic window and opened her book. She had just finished the first page when Grady called out to her.
"Hey, Jack. Read it to us." He suggested. She looked at him with an odd expression.
"What am I, your mother? Reading you a bedtime story?" Jack mocked and Grady chuckled. She heard Don laughing to himself quietly as well. She turned to him. "Don't you encourage him."
"C'mon." Grady told her. "It's too fucking quiet in here." He reasoned.
"Jack, read us the story." Collier ordered as he set his own book down and folded his hand together and stuck them behind his head, looking at her expectantly. She rolled her eyes.
"You two are fucking children, I swear." She mumbled. "You guys make Boyd read you Bible verses?" She asked, looking at Grady and Don. Don just stared at her until she gave in. "Fine." She groaned and opened the book up again, starting over. "I am by birth a Genevese…" She began. Jack's voice was calm and smooth but full of life. She changed her tone according to the words and read the dialogue as if she was actually saying it to someone. Jack's reading was soothing and relaxing.
As Don leaned back against the two pillows, He propped up one knee which Jack decided to lean against. Collier reached out a hand and began stroking her hair and running it through his fingers. It had grown a lot since he had met her. At first it had been shorter than Boyd's hair and very similar to his own. When people found out she was a woman, she let it grow out. It now reached her shoulders and had a natural curl to it. Collier found himself running his fingers through her hair often.
Jack read for a few hours as the rain beat down on the tent and the wind began picking up. Sometimes she would stop and look out the window. Living in Pennsylvania, she was no stranger to storms. In fact, she loved storms. However, they were in a tent and they were not the only patients.
The month she had to stay with them, McMurphy had used her as an emergency stand in for a nurse a few times. He took time to train her and she helped out with minor injuries. She could almost clear for a battle field nurse. What little experience she gained over the month had also given her a sense of responsibility to the patients, even if they weren't hers.
The wind had gotten very strong and beat at the tent as the rain fell so hard she thought it would flood. She jolted when the was a loud boom. Jack couldn't tell if it was a bomb or a clap of thunder and neither could Grady or Collier. They paused and listened as it rolled. Just thunder.
A large gust of wind rolled into the tent and they heard crashing and a loud noise from the other end of the tent. The flaps acting as doors flapped about violently and Jack bent the corner of the page before setting the book down and stood.
"I'll be right back." She said as she stood. The men she left sat up and watched and listned. People were shouting at each other over the wind and storm.
Jack entered the surgery room, seeing it in complete chaos. One side of the room was will staked down. Another half was flapping around with the ropes and stakes still attached. Rain was pouring into the room, creating a mess and there was a patient on the table. Some of the surgery lights had been knocked over along with a few other pieces of equipment. McMurphy was bent over the patient, trying to stop some bleeding on the man's chest and the two medics assisting were trying to catch the flaps to restake them to the ground.
Jack ran forward and them grab the wall that was flapping around. They restaked everything to the ground and one of the medics went to grab extra stakes and ropes to keep the wall down. They then went around the whole tent and checked the stakes and ropes. They replaced the ones that looked weak and added more stakes and ropes for reinforcement in other places.
It only did so much.
The skies had gotten even darker and it almost looked like night time by midday. The wind picked up and was able to move boxes and crates, especially if they were empty. When she got back in the medical tent, McMurphy had finished the surgery and met her with the other medics who were on hand at the moment. Jack sat on her own bed, not wanted to soak Don's.
"This storm's really bad. What are we gonna do if the whole tent comes up?" One of the medics asked. McMurphy was the doctor in charge and it was his responsibility to handle this but he had no idea what to do.
"I don't know. I'm more concerned about something rolling through, like a crate." He said and thought for a second. He turned to Jack. "How many tanks are at the base?" He asked her suddenly. She blanked and looked to Sergeant Collier. He thought for a minute.
"If all of them are here, then six. I don't know how many are out though." He told them. "What did you have in mind?" He asked.
"I was thinking we have them move the tanks to this side," He held up a hand and indicated to the wall behind Collier, "to help block the wind and anything else it blows our way." He suggested. A clap of thunder boomed suddenly overhead and Jack ducked to the ground instinctively.
"I ain't sure you gonna be able to move ours. She's still pretty fucked up." Grady said from across the room.
"They fixed it up enough to get it here though." Jack said standing. "I can go get everyone to get the tanks to line up against the tent. How close do you want 'em?" Jack asked. McMurphy eyed her.
"I'm not happy sending you out there. I don't need you getting sick. You're already soaking, do you have a dry jacket?" He asked.
"Here, take mine." Collier said and he shrugged his off. Jack thanked him and dropped her soaked one on the bar at the end of her cot. She winced at the wounds on her side and shoulders. There was a large noise from another room in the tent and the doctor swore.
"Fuck! Jack, go get the tanks lined up," He told her. sHe nodded and turned to leave. McMurphy ordered one of the medics with him to go get any other medical staff awake and available for duty and to even grab any soldiers. They needed to keep the tent on the ground.
Jack ran as fast as she could with the wound in her leg. The mud mad it difficult to stay standing and the rain made it challenging to see. She came across a group of three tanks and ran up to one and hit it, yelling.
"Hey! Hey, open up!" She yelled. Somone popped a hatch.
"The hell's going on?" A man yelled. Jack told him what was happening and what they needed to do. He nodded and began yelling orders to his men.
"Hey, how many more tanks are here besides these three?" She called up. The man radioed around for a count off. They listened as each one sounded off, even Fury. She nodded in thanks. She was about to run off again but stopped, realizing something. "Hey! Let me use your radio real quick!" She called through the rain. The man agreed and she struggled to climb up. She grabbed the radio. "Attention, all tanks in this base area. You guys need to get over to the medical tent. The wind is trying ot knock it over and it's throwing shit at it. I need you guys over and waiting at the tent now. I'll be there to line you guys up. This is Private Jack Edwards. Acknowledge that you have received this." She called through.
"Jack? What the hell you doin' on the radio?" Boyd called through.
"Where you not just listening?" She asked him.
"You on your way over here?" He asked.
"Yeah. I'm just sending out this message and I'll be there. Get her fired up guys, I'll help you guys get her here." She said before getting off the radio. She turned to the man who ran the tank. "Thanks. Get over there and make sure every available tank is there." He nodded and she got off the tank and ran through the base, passing moving tanks as she went. She jumped onto hers and climbed to the top, opening the hatch and sliding in.
"Nice of you to join us." Boyd told her as she slid down to meet them.
"they let you out in this mess?" Gordo asked. "Man, this must be serious." Jack was soaked to the bone again.
"How's she running." She asked as she made her way down to the driver seats.
"She runs fine, just steering is gonna be hard." Boyd answered.
"This stick won't budge." Norman told her, demonstrating. She nodded.
"Is that going to be an issue?" She asked, unsure. She never got proper training. Gordo shook his head.
"Nah, man. We can get it there, just gonna be a bitch to steer. We can do it." Gordo told her. She turned to Norman.
"You able to drive it still?" He nodded.
"Get up here and direct us, you gotta stay on the radio, people are already trying to get a hold of you." Boyd told her. She turned and made her way to the radio. People were already waiting to be lined up and they started moving. They rolled through the mud as quickly as possible and made it to the tent. There were six tanks. She sighed with relief, they lucked out.
"Guys, stay here. I have to go direct these guys." She said as she climbed out. They wished her luck and Boyd lit up a cigarete. She ran to the front and waved her arms, catching their attention. The top popped his hatch and she directed them where to go. The next one was a bit trickier. They did not account for the length of the canon. An idea popped to her head and she climbed up the tank. "I need to borrow your radio again." She told the man who let her. She looked at the name of the tank behind her. "Sidewinder, I need you guys to roll forward slowly and rotate your canon left. Make sure you don't hit us."
"Understood. Rolling forward, rotating canon left." He repeated and the canon rolled forward. The canon was turned and she instructed when to stop. The next one was not so easy. They didn't turn the canon enough and damn near hit the tank infront of them. In adition to that, they didn't stop when she told them to and nearly rear ended the tank. The fourth tank made the length long enough to block the side of the tent from the wind. "Ok, tank five. Roll up here to the top of the tent and turn at an angle. You're flanking this end of the tent, copy?"
"We copy, on our way." They responded and the fifth tank rolled forward. It was parked easily.
"Ok, Boyd, You guys are going to do the same thing on that end. Can you guys do that?" She asked.
"We're gonna need someone telling us what to do. I gotta move the canon and Gordo and Norman can barely see out their windows." Boyd told her.
"Pop the hatch over the drivers?" She suggested. There was a moment of silence and she could see them try to.
"Gordo's is jammed shut and we think something melted on Norman's." Boyd answered.
"Melted?" She asked.
"Yeah, we don't know how. Thinking something caught fire from an explosive and kept burning." Boyd suggested. Jack told him she copied and thanked the man you lent her the radio. She climbed down and ran the line to her tank and climbed up. She stopped by Norman's hatch. She could see that Gordo's was jammed shut. Someone had welded a piece of metal onto Norman's, probably to keep it on the tank. The hinges looked ready to break again. They hadn't been using the drivers hatches to get in and out of the tank. She climbed up and slid in, shivering from being in the rain for so long. "Fuck, McMurphy is gonna kill me if I get sick again." She said as she settled in.
"You really gotta work on not getting sick." Boyd said as he settled into his seat. "How far do you want me to aim the canon?" He asked.
Jack lead them into the best spot, looking out the window. It looked almost like they were getting hit by a hurricane. There was debris flying around, pieces of metal and wood.
"I'm gonna go back inside before McMurphy comes after me." She told them and Boyd laughed at her, patting her on the arm as she opened the hatch.
"Stay warm, man!" Gordo called as she climbed out and shut it. Jack climbed down and walked the length of the tank to go back inside, trying not to get knocked over by the strong wind. There were people running around and a few soldiers reinforcing the stakes and ropes holding the tent down. Someone called out to her and she turned to be met with a plank of wood in her face.
It knocked her into the mud and she lay for a few seconds, trying to blink away the tears. Her hands shot up to her nose as she yelled out in pain, groaning loudly.
"Shit!" She yelled as she removed her hands and saw blood. She sat up and someone ran over to help her up and lead her, swearing all the way, back into the tent. "Son of a bitch, fuck." Her watered eyes blurred her vision. She hard Grady laughing and she saw McMurphy's form approaching her. The tearing in her eyes cleared a bit/
"The fuck did you do?" Grady yelled, still laughing.
"How the hell did you bust up your nose moving tanks?" McMurphy asked as he looked at it and made sure it wasn't broken.
"Ow, ow, ow!" She hissed and smacked away his hands. "Is it broken?" She asked and brought her hands back up, trying to wipe away the blood. It was sore and tender. McMurphy chuckled and assured her it was fine. After a while it started bruising, blooming across her face. She had quite a few on her neck and face. Jack was sitting back on the foot of Colier's bed wrapped in his blanket. She refused to use anything from her cot. She was still freaked out about the spider.
Fortunately, Jack didn't get sick but she was cold and the rain soaked through Collier's coat. The line of tanks kept debris from taking out the tent and the wind wasn't able to hit it so hard. The rest of the day was uneventful and was spent fixing the tank, reading or sleeping. No more spiders appeared but Jack refused to get back on her own bed. Don didn't complain.
Later in the evening, Sergeant Collier and Grady settled on for sleep and Jack sat at Don's feet, reading Frankenstein. The two men were asleep quickly and she envied the way they could fall asleep so fast. Jack didn't feel completely well again, but close enough that she felt she could be let out of the tent. However, if she was going to convince McMurphy of that she would need sleep.
Jack closed the book and set it on Don's bed. She put her feet on the ground and leaned forward slightly, letting her hands rest on the edge of the cot. She sighed through her nose and looked over at Grady before looking at Don. The two men were calm and relaxed in their sleep and it made her happy. But a part of her felt it was her fault for them being there in the first place. If she had done something in the other tank, if she had better medical skills, if she….
Jack shook her head and pulled Daniel's dog tags out of her pocket. SHE looked at them, thinking back on their argument. sHe wished she could have made up before he died but had to let it go. She couldn't sit there and beat herself up over so much stuff. Her key priority right now was surviving and keeping her boys alive. Daniel stopped being a priority when they got split up, he was no longer her responsibility.
She looked at her bed ad glared at it. She would have to go back to it. It was inappropriate for her to be sleeping in Don's bed again. She also didn't want to wake him. She sighed and stood. She grabbed the blanket from the other bed and shook it out, checking for more intruders. She checked her pillow and under the cot mattress. When she was satisfied, she set the blanket down and was about to climb in when she heard something weird. It sounded like a couple of planes, flying low. Jack figured it was wind or American planes and shrugged it off before an explosion shook the ground and roared outside the tent, waking up everyone on base.
Don and Grady shot up, swearing and Jack stood still. The other men in the room woke suddenly as well and more bombs exploded outside. McMurphy came running in.
"Two German planes!" He told them and went to each patient with two other medics, "If you three are able, you need to help me. Get them on the ground and put the matress over them!" He yelled and Jack went to help. Grady was up fairly quickly, as was Don. Once everyone was on the ground, they were instructed to assume the same position. The three got themselves on the ground but didn't use the matresses.
"Doc! We gotta go after this." Don called to McMurphy. "WE gotta get with our boys and your gonna need the beds!" He shouted over the bombs and sounds of the two Nazi planes. The doctor nodded.
"Do what you gotta, just don't take any risks and don't over exert your muscles. You could tear 'em and make 'em worse!" He instructed and Don nodded. They sat in silence for a few beats as the bombing doctor and the medics got up and began putting people back on their beds. Jack ran out, followed by Grady and Collier. The three ran to their tank and climbed in, seeing Gordo, Boyd and Norman still covering themselves.
"The fuck is happening?" Boyd yelled. Don told him and Bible swore. They left the top hatch open and Jack kept an eye out. It was dark and cloudy but there was no rain. Fires were burning in the base and smoke filled the air as men ran around, shouting.
"Did you boys get more ammo for any of the guns? We're gonna need them if they come back." Don asked.
"No, sir." Norman answered and Don swore.
"Norman, you and Jack –" He started before Jack cut him off.
"DOWN! They're coming back!" She yelled and grabbed the top hatch, closing it as they hear bullets bounce off the tank and the planes went over head. Jack swore as she lost her balance and fell over. Don began dishing out orders. Jack and Norman were to run across the base to the spots where ammo was stored and get ammo for the guns on top of the tank. He had to go over and meet with the officers for any plans of action. Gordo and Grady had to fire up the tank and start getting the guns to work and Boyd had to man the radio until Don got back. Boyd couldn't get anywhere fast because of his leg and had to stay in the tank.
Jack and Nomran climbed out quickly after Don and began to run. Jack forced her leg to run as fast as she could. They made it halfway before she heard the planes heading back towards them. She grabbed Norman and they both hit the ground. Once they were passed over, she urged him up and they made it to the tent they needed.
The two grabbed what they could and made their way back to the tank. They had to duck under the tank as the planes returned and they got in through the hatch at the bottom. As they were loading the guns, they got the radio call telling them to shoot down the planes. Grady and Boyd began to fire with the other tanks and larger ground gunners. One was shot down and the second got away.
The group slowly got out of the tank and looked around. People were running around yelling and Jack caught McMurphy running past. He and a few others were pulling the injured inside. Don was walking towards them quickly and shouted.
"Hey! WE gotta help gather up the injured and get them into the medical tent!" He yelled. "Let's go!" He ordered and they all ran about grabbing people. It was utter chaos and eventually Boyd and Jack were grabbed to act as nurses and medics. It was a long night. Jack was removing shrapnel from a man's arm when a soldier came into the tent.
"Hey! We're evacuating and relocating the base! We gotta get these people on as many trucks as we can!" HE told them.
"The hell do you mean? There are still people needing attention!" McMurphy argued. The man shrugged.
"They already began moving some of the tents. They are setting up the base a ways down the road for now. A tent will be ready by the time the first load of injured gets there. I'm just the messenger!" The man told the doctor. He left and a large truck pulled up and they had to move the injured onto it. The ones they put on there first were those who had been bandaged and stitched up.
"Jack! I need you to go with them and make sure everyone is ok. I need to keep my medics here for the ones who haven't been treated yet." McMurphy told her. She tried to argue but eventual got on the back of the truck as well. Boyd had been assigned to the second truck that followed hers. They had no rest through the night Some men didn't make it to the new base and soon, trucks and tanks covered in injured men who had yet ot be treated rolled in. Boyd and Jack began pulling men off of Fury when it rolled in with the help of Grady and Norman. Don and Gordo had to go help set up some things throughout the base and Don had to get orders from the offiers there and help instruct everyone.
Everyone kept working until sunrise. As the sun came up, things began to calm down significantly. Boyd and Jack were finally dismissed around noon. Jack was exhausted, not getting the chance to have nay sleep that night. At least the guys had gotten a few hours.
The two wandered around the chaotic place, looking for their tank. Some people were sleeping but most were running around, trying to get reorganized. They met up with the rest of the group who were waiting for Don to get back form an officers meeting. The three men at the tank looked and Boyd and Jack with shock. They were covered in blood, Jack was limping, and both looked about ready to drop dead of exhaustion.
Jack looked at Norman with alarm. The kid had blood on himself as well and had a tear in his jacket were the blood was. He gave her and assuring smile but she hobbled over to him and forced him to sit on a box.
"The fuck happened?" She asked.
"Fucking plane came back before we could move out." Grady said. "We the sum bitch but shot up the place pretty bad." Jack nodded and Norman took off his coat. To Jack's relief it was just a graze. She patched him up quickly as the five caught up and filled each other in on what was going on. Boyd began making coffee.
Apparently, thy had to move the base as soon as possible to prevent the German's from finding their location and keep them from invading. The officers wanted to avoid being taken out by the German's.
The place was a mess. Half up tents, people still running around trying to get organized, some people trying to get some rest, the ground was nothing but mud and others were putting up a long wire fence around the perimeter. The five sat on the tank or on crates, drinking coffee, waiting for Collier to get back.
He finally did return, marching towards them quickly. They stood and waited for their orders. To their relief, they didn't have anything to do except fix the tank. Jack was going to climb in and get some sleep but Don stopped her. He pulled out the Frankenstein book from his pocket and handed t to her. He had grabbed it before they left the medical tent.
That evening, as everyone was resting in the tank, Jack read aloud to them, her voice bringing relief to the weary men around her.
Thanks for reveiwin guys, eep it up they make my day and let me know when I need to update. Love you guys, stay chill. This is just an easy chapter for you guys to recover from all the action and shooting.