Milo is such an absurd, treacherous, and inconsiderate mess officer! He’s so stupid! Why would any man make a deal with the enemy in a time of war, to bomb his own squadron? Last night when the bombs started going off, I flipped! I’m never usually that close to actual fighting and I didn’t have a clue what to do. Men were wounded all over and calling for me, so I began to crawl around from man to man, trying to avoid the flying shrapnel. I made tourniquets, gave out morphine, and put broken bones in splints. All the while I tried to focus on my work and not on the foolish air raid going on around me. Now isn’t that completely immoral and disloyal to bomb your own men?!?
I didn’t stop all night. In each man’s wound I saw a foreshadowing of my own body’s decay. …This morning I must go get my temperature taken by Gus and Wes. After last night’s escapade, it has surely gone up! Oh, I hope those men know I risked my health and my very life for them last night!!!
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