10/23/2023, 0600. I was awoken by a large boom, though not paying attention to it, I snuggled back into my bed. 10 Seconds later,
Buck ran into my tent, screaming in pain. I got up instantly, helping Buck down. I looked at Buck's injuries; 3 Fractures in his
leg, 10-20 shrapnel pieces all over his body. Buck kept screaming in pain "GODDAMNIT!" "MOTHERFUCKER!", I was instantly sweating
from the frustration of the situation, I got up and told buck "Hold here, Buck! I'm going to get a medic!" I tore open the tent flap door, running towards the medical tent. It didn't take me long to realize, there was no medic tent. The entire camp was destroyed, in flames and completely demolished. I looked around, looking at the rubble of what used to be my beloved camp. After 30 seconds outside, I ran back into my tent, clueless what the hell to do. Buck looked at me and screamed "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, STAFF SERGEANT?" I just stared at his injuries, thinking of what to do. I was starting to give up, I had no medical training what so ever, and had no medical supplies. Buck looked at me and whispered "Put me out of my misery". I looked at him, tears running down both of our eyes. I unholstered my Revolver, cocking the gun, ready to fire. I quickly told Buck "See you on the other side, brother". The crack of the revolver went off, Buck's brain matter going everywhere.
