"There goes another one.'' Doctor Brown said to the Third class Corpsmen on duty.
''Another one what?" came the reply.
“Another marine trying to get medical discharge.”
Doc Brown frowned and moved toward the window. "Can you really blame him though?"
The corpsman, known as Doc to his fellow Marines, frowned too. “Yeah, I tried to stay in Guam indefinitely after I was hurt.”
“I know, it’s in the report.” Brown acknowledged. “This war is a mess. I have more respect for these men than those hippies back home - or those pansies that fled to Canada.”
There was a pause.
“At any rate,” Brown continued. “This one had some physiological problems, I presume -- but that’s not my training through.”
Another chilly silence, but that was commonplace in the make-shift, mobile hospital unit.
“My motto is if it isn't bleeding broken or missing they are fine. Don’t have time for the mental mumbo jumbo. “
"Bleeding, broken or missing huh?”
"Yeah,” Brown forced a smile. “I used it on my kids too; they really hated it.”
Posted by Michael at January 14, 2004 05:01 PM