The Medic Page #5

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Nobody chose to have those things

and destroy everything

you'd loved and cherished.

They took everything.

When they came and ripped apart

everything you loved...

When the forces found you

in whatever piece of sh*t hole they found you in

and taught you how to be a soldier...

There is no choice, no control,

no fate in this world anymore.

Only sacrifice.

Then why don't you just give up

and kill yourself?

We have hope.

We're out here fighting right now

because we do have choice.

taking responsibility for your actions.

I know you still believe that.

You're just making excuses

for all the bullshit you've done in your life.

Like leaving the Sergeant.

Do me.

Is that what you f***in' want?

Do me.

Do me!

[groan]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Sweaty?

[pained groans]

It showed me my wife.

The war was over, we were happy.

It lied.

Get the system.

[growling]

[distant low growl]

[ethereal, indistinct voices]

[gunshot]

[alien screeching]

Everybody follow me.

[weapon locking]

[thump]

[weapon locking]

[thump]

[weapon locking]

[thump]

[alien shriek]

Go!

[distant alien howl]

Thanks, Doc.

We gotta move, now.

[various alien sounds, distant]

All right.

Lock down your gear.

We don't want anything floating down the river.

Two mikes.

Hopefully they lose our

sight.

[water running]

Gotta keep my carb intake.

How's it going, Doc?

Not bad.

Ready for this

to be over with.

No doubt, man.

This sh*t's hard.

Yeah, I know.

you didn't choose this life like I did.

I chose this

so people like you didn't have to.

Plus, my parents told me to pay rent or get out.

The point is, I stuck with it though.

And when all this sh*t is over and done with,

and I'm still doing what I do,

people like you can go home.

It'll work out.

you're a good kid.

[sigh]

Just keep your powder dry.

I got your six.

Well, I guess

we should stop sucking each other's d*cks

and get this Charlie Foxtrot on the road.

What do you say?

Sounds good.

[splash]

Cold, Doc?

I'm good.

[sloshing]

Sh*t.

They beat us here.

This place is gonna be swarming with squids.

They haven't found us yet.

Where's the LZ?

Best bet is beyond those trees,

right over there.

The sun's gonna be coming up in about 20 mikes.

So are our choppers.

Well?

What are we waiting for?

[ambient electric guitar ]

[automatic gunfire]

Contact right!

What do you see?

What do you see?

Talk to me, what do you see?

- Anybody got a visual?

- I don't see anything.

Five hundred meters up.

You got a target?

Copy.

Keep moving down,

we gotta make the LZ right now.

- Moving left.

- I'll cover ya.

Go.

Stay low.

Anybody got anything?

They're movin' right.

Movin' left.

F***, they're trying to get around us.

Four Eyes, bring it up.

Come on.

Cover me, Doc.

Cover Hatfield.

Contact front.

[indistinct vocalization]

Reloading, reloading.

Covering.

Four Eyes on me, let's go!

Go, go.

Get up there, Doc.

Go.

Spread out on the line.

- On my left.

- Contact!

What do you got?

What do you got?

Down.

What do you see?

Anybody see anything?

Duck your head down.

Keep firing!

They're trying to suppress.

[Baker yelling]

Baker, go!

Keep moving.

Come on.

Get up there, Doc.

Lay down cover fire for Hatfield and Baker.

Four Eyes, on that hill.

Get on those logs.

On the left,

on the left.

They're trying to

get around us.

Bring it up.

- Reloading!

- Reload on the flank.

Reloading, reloading!

Coming up.

Contact here.

F***.

Get your heads down!

They're surrounding us.

- F***.

- Keep shooting!

Keep shooting!

Hatfield, kill the system!

Do it!

Keep shooting!

Keep firing!

Keep up that suppressing fire.

Keep firing, you pieces of sh*t!

[pained yell]

Don't stop, boys.

Don't stop.

Hurry!

We got a chopper, boys.

We got a chopper.

Stay low.

Move to the LZ, let's go!

[automatic gunfire]

Hatfield, we're coming on your left.

Reloading.

Any time you're ready.

Contact front, contact front.

Two targets, moving left.

See 'em.

Don't let 'em get around it.

Let's go.

[gunfire, explosions]

Ah! Aah!

[shouts of pain]

Sweaty...

[pained yelling]

Sweaty, Sweaty!

Sweaty, are you okay?

Are you okay?

They're trying to get around us,

we gotta move!

Can you walk?

- I don't know.

- Come on.

- Come on.

- Contact up front.

[agonized yelling]

I think my leg is broken.

F***. Oh, God.

Okay, come on.

I'll carry you.

No, Doc, no.

We gotta go now!

I'll only slow you down,

and I really don't want to be your meat shield.

The LZ is right there, we can make it.

No, f*** it.

This is one of those choices, man.

I've gotta make it for myself.

Hatfield, take 'em out, man!

- Go!

- Let's go, Doc. Let's go.

F*** off!

Go.

- Move it, move it!

- F***ing go!

Go!

F***.

Two up here.

Cover me, I'm moving up.

Cover me!

- I'm surrounded!

- They're moving in on the right,

moving in on the right.

You look over there, Doc.

That's your job, Doc.

You keep on it.

I'm movin' up, all right?

[dramatic music ]

[gunfire]

[grunt]

Hatfield, hold position!

[yelling]

Get down, Hatfield!

I'm coming back, cover me!

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[gunfire]

[gunshot]

[indistinct vocalization]

[automatic weapon fire]

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[gunshots]

[struggling]

[choking sounds]

[yelling]

F*** you!

Die!

- Go!

- F*** off!

F*** you! Move!

[somber music ]

[gunfire]

Go, go, go, go, go!

[]

[battle continues]

[indistinct soldier chatter]

Get on board, get on board.

Get on board, get on board, go!

Take off, take off!

Leise, come on!

F***, get 'em out of here.

Go! Take off!

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[music fades]

[ Shaela Miller:
"Lonely"]

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