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Fields of War
Hi, my name is Joseph McCoy and I'm 8...or so I've been told. Everyone just calls me Joey, though. I've lived in this military camp since I was born. My parents died a long time ago when I was a baby so I don't really remember them. My Daddy died fighting the war, and my Mommy died during an attack on our camp, but they said one of the men saved me before the enemy could get to me. The rest of the camp has kind of adopted me and the other orphaned kids. The adults here know which kids don't have parents anymore, and they make sure we're safe. I have kept my eye on one of the men, though. His name is Captain Carlson. At least that's what all of the grown ups call him. I just call him Rick. There's just something about him. The enemy has attacked our camp more then once, and I've seen him be very tough when I've watched him fight them, but I've also seen him be very kind and gentle to us kids. I can't tell you how many times I've seen him give up his plate of food to one of us when there wasn't enough to go around even though he walks away hungry. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if he were my Daddy, because there's something inside me, something that longs to be touched by him, to be close and have his arms around me. Some of the boys told me that they have had sex with some of the men because they are lonely and needed someone. I've often wondered if Rick needed his own boy to keep him company. I've actually only been close to him once at meal time when there weren't enough seats and I ended up sitting in his lap and we shared our food with each other. He was just so gentle and nice to me. The total opposite of what I've seen when he's fighting. I could feel the bulge of his crotch against my butt and I loved it. I even wiggled it a little to see what would happen. I can't be sure but I think I felt his bulge grow some and when I looked up, his face was bright red and he was looking around like he was making sure no one else saw. I just giggled at him and he looked down at me and started tickling me which made me giggle and wiggle more and before either of us knew what was happening he was poking me in my butt with his thingy. I can't be sure but I think I'm in love with him. I've never felt anything this strong before, but I think it's love.
I share my tent with some of the other orphaned kids and we get along pretty good. Of course it's us boys in one tent and the girls in another, which is fine with me because girls are yucky! Today...at least I think it's daytime... I'm in the tent by myself because the other kids are out playing. I always keep an eye out for Rick hoping that he comes back safe. I've just watched him ride into camp and he's heading for the Commanding Officers tent. All the fighters have to do that when they return to camp to check in and report any information on the enemy that might be useful. I thought about going out and greeting him, but I knew he had business to take care of, so I go back to playing with my toys. They're just little toy soldiers, horses, and wagons I've carved out of scrap wood I find here and there. I use my pocket knife I got from Rick to carve out my toys. He showed me how to use it safely. He's always giving us kids something or another. Of course, I've spent the most attention on my little figure of Rick. If I do say so myself I've got a pretty good battle field going from all the little soldiers, and other things I've carved out.
I didn't hear the whistles at first but I did hear the shouting, and the sound of the horse. It was one of our scouts riding into camp at what looked like full speed. I couldn't hear everything he said but I definitely heard him say "INCOMING" and "MOVE"! Then the explosions came and I knew it was bad. I was frozen in shock! I didn't know what to do! I didn't know if I should stay in my tent or run! Even if I did run where would I go!? The grown ups always told us those things! Then one of the bombs hit close enough to knock over my tent. When it came down it pinned my arm under me. I didn't know it then, but I ended up breaking my arm. I was just too scared at that moment to notice. I started yelling for help. I knew I needed to get out of here and I tried to get up but the tent was holding me down! I yelled as loud as I could, and it seemed like no one could hear me. Was I going to die here!? Was there anyone left alive to help me!? Was Rick OK!? Then I heard the sounds of boots running towards me. I could feel the weight of the tent being lifted off of me and when I finally was able to look up I saw him. Rick. The man I love picking me up...running with me in his arms. I don't think he recognized me probably because he was in shock. He just took me and ran with me in his arms, and I've never felt safer. I didn't know where we were going, but I knew I was going to be ok because Rick looked down at me and smiled and told me so. He kept moving left and right trying to dodge the bombs and then one went off right in front of us and Rick turned away from the blast so fast I didn't even see what was blown up. The next thing I knew he was on top of me and that's when I knew my arm was broken because I felt the pain. It brought me to tears. I laid there waiting for Rick to get up because I could feel him trying to and then he stopped moving. My heart stopped because I thought he was dead. I just lay there crying more thinking, "NO NO NO!!!! This can't happen!!! Not to the man I love...I will take a HUNDRED broken arms if it will save his life!!!"
Then the bombs finally stopped coming and when they did, I heard Rick groan. Softly, but enough to know he was alive. Next, I felt the weight of Rick's body lifted off of mine and as I look up I can see two other men picking him up. I really didn't know who they were, but I was grateful that they were there. When I was able to, I looked behind me, and I saw what used to be a wagon and I knew that's what blew up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the men lay Rick down on his stomach. Then I saw Rick's back and my breath was taken out of me. Three large pieces of wood and one piece of metal were lodged in his back and he was burnt. I knew it was bad...very bad. I also knew that if he hadn't turned when he did it was very possible that some, if not all of that would have hit me. He saved my life, but my life would never be complete without him in it. Never.
I could feel the shock coming over me of what just happened... of what I just saw... and it seemed like everything was moving so slow now. I hear one of the men yelling for the medic, but it seems like an eternity before he can get the words out of his mouth. I see the medic running towards us, but it seems like he's running through quicksand because it's taking him so long to get to us. I want them to fix Rick. To make him better, and I want them to do it now! First the medic runs to me thinking that since I'm a kid I need aid first. Coming out of my state of shock, I yell at him, "Not me you idiot!!! Fix him!!!" as I point at Rick. The medic just gives me a shocked look of disbelief and then he sees why I'm yelling at him. The color drains from his face. One of the men asks, "Can you save him?" The medic looks from the Rick, to me, then to the man, and says, "I'll try my best. I can patch him up and get him stable but we need to move him to the neutral zone, and quick. The kid too, he's got a busted arm and he really shouldn't be here." The man just looks at the medic in disbelief and says, "I thought the neutral zone didn't exist!" The Medic starts working on Ricks' back and says, "Well it does and I can tell you how to get there once I get these two stable. There's a catch though." The man looks at the medic and asks, "Yeah? What's that?" The medic looks from Rick, to me, then back to the man and says, "The neutral zone is at the other end of dead mans pass."
I thought, "Dead man's pass? What's dead mans pass?" Seeming to have read my mind the man asks, "What's dead mans pass? Never heard of it." The medic tells the man, "It's a pass through the mountains with steep rock walls on each side. It's the prefect place for an enemy ambush the good news is the sky isn't filled with smoke there...if you can call that good news because that will make it easier for the enemy to see you." The man's face lit up as if he had a brilliant idea and said, "Well all we have to do is go through at night when they won't see us." The medic just chuckled to himself and shook his head. He looked up and said, "You can't go through at night. It gets so foggy in there that you won't be able to see your hand in front of your face. Either way it's not going to be easy. It's your call, but with the Captain being injured so bad and the fact that if you go through at night you might never find your way out, it seems like going through as soon as you get to it will be your best bet. As long as you can see that is."
While the medic was saying all of this he was working on Rick's back. I noticed he put gauze on Rick's wounds from being burnt, but he didn't take any of the pieces of wood or metal out and I asked him why. "Because of two reasons. One, there's a piece lodged close to his spine and if I take it out it might paralyze him." he said as he pointed at one of the chunks of wood. "The other reason is if I take them out he might start bleeding too bad and we won't be able to stop it. The best I can do is patch him up around the pieces of wood and metal and over his burns and hope it's enough to get him to the neutral zone. There's a hospital there that can take better care of him and you then what I can. I've checked all his vitals...pulse...breathing...blood pressure and all that and he seems to be pretty stable for now, but that can change so he needs to get to the hospital soon."
After he got done with Rick he came over to me. By this time I was sitting up. The medic looks at my arm and says, "It's not too bad. I can put this in a splint which will keep it from moving until you get there." I watch him work on my arm wincing from the pain every now and then as he tightens the straps of the splint. I look up at him and say, "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. It's just that I'm so worried about Ri...I mean Captain Carlson. He saved my life and I don't want anything to happen to him." The medic looks up from my arm to see the worried look on my face and gives me a little smile and says, "It's ok little man. If it was the other way around the Captain there would have done the same thing. He loves all of you kids and he would never want anything to happen to any of you. I've heard him say more then once that's why he fights the war. Besides you will be in the neutral zone and before you know it and the doctors and nurses will spoil you rotten. Well it looks like I've done everything I can do here, now all we have to do is get you to the hospital" I look down at my arm and see that he's right. I barely felt him put my arm in the splint at all while he was talking to me. I look up at him and say "Thanks." He just chuckles and ruffles my hair with his hand and says, "Don't mention it little man. That's what I'm here for."
He then turns to the two men that picked Rick up off of me and asks one of them to go get a stretcher and some straps. The man runs into the only tent left standing, which is our supply tent, and comes running back out with a stretcher and the straps. The medic then gently rolls Rick onto his side and has the men put the stretcher under him and then the he slowly rolls Rick back down on his stomach and onto the stretcher and then they strap him down to keep him immobile. The medic then looks around and spots a wagon that hasn't been destroyed. Quickly they move me and Rick to the wagon and hitch up a team of horses. I notice that one of them is Star, Rick's horse. I knew he would be happy about that. The medic then turns to the two men and says, "By the way my name's Major Fredricks, what are your names?" I speak up first and say, "I'm Joey." to which the other men chuckle. One of the men is blonde and says," I'm Sergeant Murray." The other man who has darker hair says, "I'm Lieutenant Anderson."
Fredricks reaches into his pocket and takes out a compass and says, "OK Murray and Anderson here's how you get to the neutral zone. Take this compass and follow it straight to the west from camp and you will run right into dead mans pass. Once you get there go straight through it still heading due west until you get to the other end. Once you do that follow the compass southwest about twenty or thirty miles and you will see the neutral zone. Once you get there the hospital is on the other side of the zone. They have a gate that's guarded. Just tell them you have two wounded people and you need to get to the hospital. They'll tell you how to get there. Any questions?"
Murray speaks up and asks, "How long will it take us to get there?" Fredricks answers, "Two days." Murray just stares at him with a bewildered look on his face and Fredricks says, "Two cycles of the sun from light to dark. That's two days." Anderson then asks, "Will the Captain be ok until we get there?" Fredricks answers him by saying, "Keep in still and warm and he should make it. He's stable now but that can change which is why you need to get moving. If you go full gallop most of the way there you could make it in a day and a half, but you risk wearing out your horses before you get there, and you also risk making the Captains' wounds worse because it's going to be a pretty rough ride at that speed. Either way it's a difficult decision." Murray then says with a heavy sigh, "Well, all we can do is our best. We'll keep an eye on the Captain and make sure he stays still. Thanks for everything you've done Fredricks, but we need to get going." Murray then shook Fredricks' hand. Then all three of the men grabbed the supplies that they thought we would need for our trip, water, food, blankets, weapons and ammo, and loaded up our wagon. Murray and Anderson climbed up in the front on the wagons seat with me and Rick in the back and we were off. After all that I have just went through I discovered I was pretty worn out so I decided to cuddle up with Rick and pull a blanket over both of us. Ricks face was towards me with my head right next to his mouth. For the first time I turned my head and kissed him on the lips. I know it was probably just my imagination hoping that he felt the same way that I felt about him but I could have sworn I head him say, "I love you Joey." I fell asleep with a smile on my lips and love in my heart for the man next to me.