The metal floor is slicky Desert heat amplifies The odor of ***** and blood Mostly empty IV bags hang on their stands Packaging from numerous medical supplies Litter the ground
Quickly and carefully I clean and spray and sweep and scrub I sort and pack and refit and reorganize Preparing the chopper for the next call
Lives were saved But I donβt know what will become of them Some will leave the Army Some will come back here Some will do the job the enemy couldnβt do And take their own lives
I canβt think about that This is hard enough
Another day in the life of my roommate, a combat medic.