Beckett woke up from someone shaking him. It was Squeaky. Beckett thought it was funny how it reminded him of when they first met in the barracks. "Hey, hey bucket, get up." Beckett groaned. "Hurry up! We gotta move." Beckett sat up and looked around. It all came rushing back to him like someone dumped cold water on him. He could see bits of the helicopter spread out over the buildings. They appeared to have landed in the city square.
The chopper had skidded across the sand, the nose barely touching a fountain. The fountain had a huge crack snaking all the way up it. Beckett tried to stand up but couldn't. He looked down at his leg. There was a metal rod impaled right through his leg and stuck into the helicopter behind him. Once he saw it, he felt it. He let out a slow exasperated breath. "What is it-," Colton saw the rod and stopped. "Hey uh medic we need a medic!" Suddenly a soldier Beckett didn't know was leaning over him. He instantly began tending to the leg. "Is he okay Doc?" Doc had started in the same squad as Beckett, but showed great potential as a medic, and was switched to a different group. He must've been on the helicopter with them.
"He'll be fine, it didn't pierce the femoral artery." Doc grabbed the metal and pulled up quickly. It didn't budge. "Hey I need help." Doc said, getting a better handhold. Colton quickly came over and grabbed onto the rod and looked at Beckett. "Sorry buddy," then yanked. The rod came loose and was coated in blood. Beckett began screaming.
Doc began dumping disinfectant on the wound and wrapped it with gauze.
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No Man Left Behind
ActionThis story follows Pvt. Beckett and his squad as they fight through seemingly endless numbers of Afgan terrorists as they try to escape. Will they survive, or will they fall like so many before them?
