(http://daamanagement.co.uk/images_client/main/249_Josette_Simon-Square.jpg)<br/><strong>Jen Godly "V"<br/>Heading into Indian country, now with real Indians! (Note some of the real Indians are former natives of India...)<br/>Wishing that people would stop shooting at each other and just learn to get along.<br/></strong><br/><br/><br/>This seemed like it would be so bad. The yank army were feeding her and provided her with actual medical supplies, allowed her to feel like she was making a real difference. The squad wasn't so bad, if the LT seemed a bit vacant at times and the Sgt had wandering eyes going on... But they were not at all a bad bunch. The civvie they had found looked like she could possibly recover in time and now... Now there had been shots fired and the call had gone out for the medevac boat.<br/><br/>Arse.<br/><br/>Why did it always come down to some joker thinking he was king of the hill and deciding that the only way forward was to slot someone? Wankers. Ego. It was to blame for so much ill in the world. Without it things would likely not be as, well, nuclear and generally unpleasant as they had been in recent years.<br/><br/>The thought of casualties snapped her back fully to reality. This was something she had to be cool, cold and professional about. Triage drills started to run through her head as she waited for orders. Then they came and it was a case of heading out into the unknown. The unknown where people were being shot. Great. That thrill of 'Why the fuck am I here and not in bed somewhere snug and warm again?' welled up inside her. Some people, young people, usually the kind that had never seen real action, would claim that they never felt fear. Idiots. Fear was good, it kept you going, kept you awake and alert, kept you alive. You just had to stop it from reaching terror.<br/><br/>Following the Lieutenant Jen accompanied the squad as they headed further into the unknown. The glow of the eerie green world in the goggles she was wearing was disconcerting. Still, it was better than tripping over, say, that discarded crate or that large section of pipe, or falling down that big hole... Yes, the googles were not such a bad thing.<br/><br/>There was a fire of some sort, likely a camp fire, across the other side of the docks. Jen pointed it out to the officer and kept walking.<br/><br/>The bridge across was not to far ahead. She could see it in the alien glow of the NVG's. These things were good, and useful, but they did give you a very strange flat take on the world.