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Gene had slightly lied. Instead of going instantly back out the door to the airstrip where Easy was waiting for the briefing, the quietness of the bar was a welcoming break away from his noisey friends. He had to admit that he felt oddly at ease in the not-so-supply tent with the chance to actually think for once. The Army had a bad habit of constantly moving easily frazzling coherent thoughts.
So off to the side closest to the door the medic has his medical pouches off and open with the contents out in a very neat order infront of him. The piece of crumpled paper with much scribbled writing on it is also out- his right hand taking count of what he has got and what he needs.
If someone were to walk by they would hear him mumbling to himself as he intently studies the assortment of Carlise bandages, ointments, sulfa packets, sizzors, needles..anything a combat medic would need.
Feel free to distract.
So off to the side closest to the door the medic has his medical pouches off and open with the contents out in a very neat order infront of him. The piece of crumpled paper with much scribbled writing on it is also out- his right hand taking count of what he has got and what he needs.
If someone were to walk by they would hear him mumbling to himself as he intently studies the assortment of Carlise bandages, ointments, sulfa packets, sizzors, needles..anything a combat medic would need.
Feel free to distract.