healing people..
well i guess that's my job..
here have a seat..
sometimes i wonder what the heck am i doing here in this freezing ambulance so far away from the war..
bright sparkles of rockets and grenades bellowing in the distance..
war cries accompanied by cries of wounded soldiers who leg had been severed and blown
few feets away from himself..
sigh...
i am to take care and save lives .. but why is it that there seem to be as many bullets
as bandages in my cosy ambulance...
as many casualities as survivors on both sides of this messy chess board
...
sigh ..
i am the most valued asset to my company..
yet i am as valuable an asset to the enemy if they capture me...
what is going on?
who am i?
savior? or murderer?
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