((Work in progress. Journal entries are not up to date as of yet. I am composing them daily and will continue to do so until they reach current date irl))
SFC Erika Bradford
DOB: May 2nd, 1977
Height: 5'7" (170cm)
Weight: 157lbs (71kg)
Distinguishing Features: Angel wings tattoo on back shoulders
Rank: SFC, Chief Medical NCO
1995- BCT Completed
1995 to 1996- AIT at Army Medical Department School at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, TX
1996 to 1997- Advanced Training at AMD, acknowledged for high honors and development (PV2)
1998 to 1999- Deployment to Honduras for hurricane relief effort
1999- Recognition and promotion for work in Hondorus (PFC)
2000- Sent home
2001- Deployed as medic to New York City on World Trade Center attack
2001- Recognition and promotion for lives saved in Sept 11th attack (SPC)
2002 to 2005- Deployed to Afghanistan, Special Troops Battalion [REDACTED]
2005- Sent home, recognition and promotion (SGT)
2006 to 2008- Return to AMD for Graduate Medical Education with specialization in infectious diseases
2008- Accepted transfer into World Health Organization as research medic
2010- Army deployment to [REDACTED] on research missions into various [REDACTED], given rank of SFC for significant research progress
2012- Reassignment to South Zagoria for immediate intervention on unknown infectious disease
July 30th, 2012
I'm unsure of what time it is. Judging by the sun, it's likely getting close to dark. I was out for too long. Our transport crashed, likely as a result of our pilot being infected. I knew he had been hiding something. His eyes had the look of illness. I had seen it in Syria. I don't know if there are other survivors. All I know is that I am lucky to be alive. The supplies we brought have scattered and I have managed to collect what I can. The sun will be setting soon, and I haven't found my lamp yet. I need to get this wound stitched before something smells it. If the briefing I had is correct, I need to move quickly. There's no telling what is actually out here with me. Glad I have my rifle. Not glad I only have two clips.
August 1st, 2012
Not sure what his name is, but I swear I've seen him before. Found him out cold from extensive bleeding. Looks like he was shot. I doubt it was a bandit. Likely friendly fire. People are too terrified to even pay attention to what they're doing. They can't focus in the chaos. People die like this. Luckily this man will live. Thanks to the supplies from our transport, I was able to do a make-shift surgery in this beaten down house. Had everything I needed except for an assistant and brighter lights. But I don't want to draw too much attention. These sick people aren't the only ones out here that are dangerous. People would kill for medical supplies right now. Anything that they think would save them from this...whatever it is.
Looks like the bullet just grazed by his stomach. Damn lucky, he is. Clean through and through. No bullet fragments, no shrapnel from explosions (the place was a damn mess from the tanks). I figure he'll be in a hell of a lot of pain, but I can't be too generous on this morphine. We may need it later.
He's waking up. Doubt he'll be fully conscious, but I'll try to explain the situation. Looks like a soldier, so he should be able to understand commands and short-hand details.