HH Carter's Misfourtune

Man Down? Not for Long!

Newkirk flew backwards, slamming into the wall and collapsing on the floor. He was so shocked that he could not move. His ears were ringing. He shook his head and finally moved his arm. The ringing came in intervals, and it sounded too much like screaming... Screaming? CARTER!

"CARTER! SOMEONE HELP!" Newkirk yelled as he crawled to the wreckage. The cries suddenly stopped, which turned the man colder than ice. He dug through the rock until his fingers.were scraped and raw, all the time he was calling out to his mate, his best friend.

KINCH- Tunnel

The African American, who was always calm, started to panic when he heard the screaming. He knew Carter was in trouble, but was pinned and couldn't do anything. He was trying to awaken the leader of their team, but he wouldn't budge.

Suddenly, it stopped. Everything paused, like the universe was taking a breath. Then someone else was screaming. Newkirk. The voice was pained and scared as he called out to Carter.

Kinch closed his eyes as he cried. The tears were evident in the Brit's voice. Then, Hogan began to stir.

HOGAN

Hogan groaned. His head was splitting open, he was sure of it. He wondered exactly how much alcohol he had, why he was on the cold ground, why... The memory of everything rushed to him. He jolted, standing up. Instantly he fell again.

"Sergeant! How are ya doing?" Asked Hogan as he shifted to the boulder on the mans chest. "Never better. Carter's trapped, and we need to hurry." Kinch grunted as he sat up and rolled out of the way. The boulder was dropped back down.

Both men struggled, but managed to get to Newkirk, who was still crying out for his friend. LeBeau ran over. "What happened mon colonel? Who screamed?"

His sentences were choppy, but LeBeau caught his words and paled more at each one. "Explosion... Carter... hurt... save him..." Soon all the men od the barracks were digging out the partial Sioux, Little Deer.

Finally, after what felt like hours, someone yelled, "I've got him! I found Sergeant Carter! He needs mddical attention!" A tall man with broad shoulders and large muscles pulled a battered Carter from the rock pile.

Carter looked awful. There was a gash on his forehead, and his face was void of all colour. His leg was broken, it was obvious. They carried him out into the barracks room, where their medical expert was to care for him.

Johnson, their new, (but experienced), doctor immediately got to work, demanding supplies. Hogan stared at the kid, his brain coming up with a thousand ways to cover this up, but one.came to mind that was highly logical.

"Johnson, wait." The doctor hesitated, and looked up at the colonel incredulously. "I must help him!"

"Do what you have to, but we need to stage an accident. Newkirk, set up the car in the motor pool, Olsen, get the dummy from the locker, LeBeau, you will call for the guards when the vehicle collapses on the poor Carter dummy. Go!"

And so, the team staged Carter's accident. Johnson managed to keep the boy stable, but demanded that Carter be given to a hospital for his injuries.