"I came into this world screaming covered in someone elses blood, im not afraid to leave like that too"



A flare flies up into the sky before popping a bright green over the midnight trees. Frame looked around gripping his rifle tightly. His medical bergan on his back weighed him down with 2 spare belts and some lose 5.56 boxes. Distant shouting was heard before the flare fell dark. Frames eyes struggled to adjust back to the light as he forgot to close one eye. 
Comms came over his PRR

“Charlie one this is 3--0 Alpha. Over”

He listened intently over the net.

“Charlie one, Send. Over”
“We have time 3 PAX moving around their harbor area, we are in position standing fast. Over”
“Irene. Irene.”

A delay of silence followed before two loud explosions went off 100 meters to Frames right, screams and flames blew up into the sky. More flares were fired off into the air before Frames section pushed up into the open clearing.



“ENEMY, ENEMY, 25M RIGHT OF LONE TREE. RAPID FIRE!”

Rounds flew down the woodblock as Frame lay on his belly returning rounds with his SA-80.

“MAN DOWN MAN DOWN”

Frame looked around his as the forest glowed green and orange. 

“MAC ON YOUR LEFT MATE CASUALTY!”

Frame leopard crawled as fast as he could keeping his head low digging in with his eyelids. There lay Sparks. He had blood pooling under him and on his chest. Frame took his tough cuts out which he stowed in his body armour as he also pulled Sparks quick release on his body armour before cutting the shirt away. Keep talking sparks, keep talking. He saw pink frothy blood slowly coming out of the wound, he opened his medical bergan to find a chest seal and applied it on the front.
Sparks gasped for air as he spoke softly as the firefight continued to rage on in the background. Frame threw him onto his bag before blocking off the exit wound with the package of the chest seal and some zinc tape.

“Im telling you Sparks, this is the last one”



3 years later

The TV blared sky news as a high pitched anchor women spoke formally
“Civil War Continues to Break out in Mali as NATO and UN Peacekeepers are in constant battle with Jama'at Nasr al-Islam wal Muslimin group. Over 15 British forced have died in the conflict and it shows no sign of stopping. Over to Mike who has the latest on the ground”
Frame turned off the TV before getting back on the internet. His framed medals hanging from the wall in a display case next to his doctorate in medicine. Thought the apartment nothing special it got the job done and offered something he wanted most dearly space and clarity.
His scrubs were neatly pressed in the morning ready to go as he took one last look in the mirror and adjusted his tie.
Frame arrived at the large hall, a man greeted him asking for his service number and name

“30301205 Captain Macintyre”

“Follow the stairs and turn right Sir”

Frame made his way up to a large room with music full of people in suits and 1s dress with a banner hanging stating “OP Singing Remembrance & Reunion”
Frame stood awkwardly in the doorway as he scanned the room. Alot of old faces were drinking from champagne cups as pictures of fallen soldiers with poppies around them were scattered around the room.
Sparks flicked the back of Macs neck

“Alright Dr Death how are ya?”

Frame smiled and brought him into a hug before looking him up and down.

“How have you been?”

“Im good just been working in NHS Wittingby, though lord behold the day to day care isn't that exciting”

Sparks looked at Frame with a sick smile on his face before opening his mouth to speak again.

“What if I told you, I needed a Doctor with combat experience for some work?”

Frame glared at him

“Well Frame, I work for a little group in Nyheim, they all speak English aswell but your trade is the most important. You’d be facing the same kind of trauma injuries you saw back in Mali. Though this time its time three the profit we made in the forces. I’ll give you a number. No rush or pressure but the gig is sweet.”




"One mans freedom fighter is another mans terrorist"

Dr Frame now spends his time in a forward aid post on the Harstad frontlines. Though his ethics have been questioned in his reason being there the cause has never bothered him until he personally saw his friends come in dead.

  

Frame now fights for the war after he vowed not to fire another round in anger. Medical care is hard to come by and he isnt a superhero and appreciated stepping back and well as for other doctors and medical personal its always been hands off. Wars are fought with honor but... the first casualty is always the truth.