With his shoulder taken care of after they'd gotten Harrison to the CP and taken care of himself, Alex had taken the time to go through the pockets of the uniform and get the details of the kid he'd pulled the uniform off.
Daniel Evans.
He drilled that into his head as he poked at the mess kit and the food he'd picked up from his earlier trip through the chow line.
One of the men that manages to slowly make their way back to the CP is a medic- scrawnier than most of the men around him and hanging back slightly. Dukeman's body had been returned during the night and most of the men had only received trivial cuts or wounds. Webster had to be the worst so far form their section of the dike.
It's easy to pick out a bloody uniform within the group. Call it a medic's sixth sense to know when something isn't entirely right. So slowly the man wearing the red cross brassard on his left arm makes his way to where Alex sits. "You okay, kid?" he asks in a thick cajun drawl.
The medic accepts the hand with blood and dirt stained fingers. "Eugene Roe though most call me Gene. You new?"
Crouching down the boots don't even make a squeek for they are worn in like most of the footware of the paratroopers. With a raised eyebrow the medic looks to the shoulder then back to Evans. Sure Gene knows the other guys at the aid station are capable men, but if this Daniel was a new Easy man then it was his buisness to know as well.
"Yeah, was supposed to get more information and was out on patrol...Krauts came out of nowhere..." He pieces the information together as best he can. "We got back to the line and it was all gone to hell."
Alex looks at the shoulder then shrugs. "Y'can get a look at it if you want to."
With a nod Gene moves to the side of the wounded shoulder, using fingers to widen the tear in the fabric to take a look. It's bandaged so he won't ask for it to be unwrapped. "Jus' make sure tha' it keeps wraped. Need a fresh dressin come find me."
Sliding down to the ground Roe groans a little as he feels his knees protest. It hadn't been to long since he'd returned from Milliways after a leg injury and it still bothers him. "So yous the guys tha' told Sink 'bout th' Major?" Dark eyes glance over at the other new men sitting around the CP.
Daniel Evans.
He drilled that into his head as he poked at the mess kit and the food he'd picked up from his earlier trip through the chow line.
Watching as everyone trickled back in.
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It's easy to pick out a bloody uniform within the group. Call it a medic's sixth sense to know when something isn't entirely right. So slowly the man wearing the red cross brassard on his left arm makes his way to where Alex sits. "You okay, kid?" he asks in a thick cajun drawl.
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"Ah, yeah, just a scratch. Bastard missed 'cause whoever was drivin' the damn jeep hit a pothole."
He swallows a little and then reaches up to offer a hand. "Evans. Daniel Evans. I ain't quite sure where I'm supposed to be..."
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Crouching down the boots don't even make a squeek for they are worn in like most of the footware of the paratroopers. With a raised eyebrow the medic looks to the shoulder then back to Evans. Sure Gene knows the other guys at the aid station are capable men, but if this Daniel was a new Easy man then it was his buisness to know as well.
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Alex looks at the shoulder then shrugs. "Y'can get a look at it if you want to."
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Sliding down to the ground Roe groans a little as he feels his knees protest. It hadn't been to long since he'd returned from Milliways after a leg injury and it still bothers him. "So yous the guys tha' told Sink 'bout th' Major?" Dark eyes glance over at the other new men sitting around the CP.
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