NathanJefferson
Master
- Feb 16, 2010
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“Mike. Hey Michael, wake up. MIKE, WAKE UP!”
Mike couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or shut, everything was black and the only thing he could focus on was the loud ringing in his ears. Somehow he heard a voice, coming through as clear as day.
“Mike, come on man, we need to get you the heck out of here!”
His vision was slowly starting to come back, first there was only a blotch of white against the blackness but slowly the outline of someone standing over him came into view. Still too blurry to make out what was happening or who it was.
“Mike, that’s right. Get it together!”
The figure reached down an touched his chest. Instinctively Mikes hands shoot up to where he was being touched in a defensive manner but quickly realized that the figure was trying to help. Mike followed the stranger’s hands from the buckles on his chest down to the buckle around his waist. The positive snaps were evident as the heavy load fell free from Mike’s body.
“You’re going to need this buddy.” The figure said as he traced Mike’s hand down to the blow out kit attached to strap of his backpack. Mike felt the nylon bag in his hand as the figure guided it into the pocket of the cargo shorts he was wearing.
By this time his vision had returned enough that he could start to make out the person standing overtop of him. He still couldn’t tell who it was but the standard issue desert camouflage and MICH helmet were impossible to mistake.
“Ok, let’s get you up. Someone is coming and we’ve got to MOVE!.” The figure said as it helped Mike up, first to his knees and then to his feet.
The ringing in his ears was still just as loud as it was a few minutes ago but somehow the other man’s voice made it through loud and clear. It was like a strike of lightning when his vision cleared enough and he was able to finally recognize the soldier.
“Jason!” Mike tried to say, but the name only came out as a low gurgle.
“It’s alright Mike, I’ve got you. But they are coming for you now so we’ve got to MOVE. Ok? Just put your weight on me, I’ll carry you but you’ve got to move your legs!” Jason said as he pulled Mike’s arm over his shoulders to support the injured man’s weight.
He felt his weight laying on Jason’s shoulders as he half limped and was half carried down the rocky path. The pace they were keeping would have been tiring under normal circumstances, compounded now by the many shrapnel wounds up and down Mike’s right side. They kept up the fast pace for what seemed to be at least three miles before both men collapsed in an outcropping of rocks shaded by several tall trees.
“Ok, whoever was chasing you is pretty far behind now, lets see what we can do to get you patched back up. Ok buddy?” Jason said with a smile on his face.
Jason was an optimist through and through, friends with everyone and could always find the light in the darkest of situations. It came as no surprise that when he looked up at Jason’s face he could see a goofy and happy grin across his face, the same grin Mike had grown accustomed to seeing ever since they were kids growing up in the same neighborhood.
“Alright, let’s dig into the goodies bag.” Jason said as the lead Mike’s hand down to the blow out kit that they had stuffed in his pants pocket minutes before.
Mike followed every movement of Jason’s hands as he first applied a cat tourniquet to his right leg, up high on his thigh. He had lost a lot of blood during the run but most of the flow quickly stopped as they tightened the nylon strap. Next they took out pads of gauze and applied heavy pressure to two of the larger wounds on Mike’s side, keeping the pressure for several minutes to help stop the bleeding before taping it down with some of the medical tape in the kit. A few more minutes and the largest wounds on his leg were taken care of, a few minutes later and they had used up almost everything in the kit by patching up almost all the serious and semi-serious wounds along Mike’s side.
“Alright, you need some rest, take these, drink your water and then we’ll hide you and get some rest.” Jason said as he placed two small white pain relievers into Mike’s hand.
Instinctively Mike popped the pills in his mouth, unhooked the water bottle from his belt and chugged down half of its contents.
The next few minutes were spent piling leaves, sticks and anything else within reach on top of Mike to help shield him from whoever it was that was chasing him.
“Alright, that should do it.” Jason said as he helped Mike pull on last leafy branch over his body.
“Get some rest, and as soon as you can, get out of here. OK?” Jason said.
Mike nodded in response, as he quickly fell asleep, the ringing in his ears still drowning out every other sound.
Mike couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or shut, everything was black and the only thing he could focus on was the loud ringing in his ears. Somehow he heard a voice, coming through as clear as day.
“Mike, come on man, we need to get you the heck out of here!”
His vision was slowly starting to come back, first there was only a blotch of white against the blackness but slowly the outline of someone standing over him came into view. Still too blurry to make out what was happening or who it was.
“Mike, that’s right. Get it together!”
The figure reached down an touched his chest. Instinctively Mikes hands shoot up to where he was being touched in a defensive manner but quickly realized that the figure was trying to help. Mike followed the stranger’s hands from the buckles on his chest down to the buckle around his waist. The positive snaps were evident as the heavy load fell free from Mike’s body.
“You’re going to need this buddy.” The figure said as he traced Mike’s hand down to the blow out kit attached to strap of his backpack. Mike felt the nylon bag in his hand as the figure guided it into the pocket of the cargo shorts he was wearing.
By this time his vision had returned enough that he could start to make out the person standing overtop of him. He still couldn’t tell who it was but the standard issue desert camouflage and MICH helmet were impossible to mistake.
“Ok, let’s get you up. Someone is coming and we’ve got to MOVE!.” The figure said as it helped Mike up, first to his knees and then to his feet.
The ringing in his ears was still just as loud as it was a few minutes ago but somehow the other man’s voice made it through loud and clear. It was like a strike of lightning when his vision cleared enough and he was able to finally recognize the soldier.
“Jason!” Mike tried to say, but the name only came out as a low gurgle.
“It’s alright Mike, I’ve got you. But they are coming for you now so we’ve got to MOVE. Ok? Just put your weight on me, I’ll carry you but you’ve got to move your legs!” Jason said as he pulled Mike’s arm over his shoulders to support the injured man’s weight.
He felt his weight laying on Jason’s shoulders as he half limped and was half carried down the rocky path. The pace they were keeping would have been tiring under normal circumstances, compounded now by the many shrapnel wounds up and down Mike’s right side. They kept up the fast pace for what seemed to be at least three miles before both men collapsed in an outcropping of rocks shaded by several tall trees.
“Ok, whoever was chasing you is pretty far behind now, lets see what we can do to get you patched back up. Ok buddy?” Jason said with a smile on his face.
Jason was an optimist through and through, friends with everyone and could always find the light in the darkest of situations. It came as no surprise that when he looked up at Jason’s face he could see a goofy and happy grin across his face, the same grin Mike had grown accustomed to seeing ever since they were kids growing up in the same neighborhood.
“Alright, let’s dig into the goodies bag.” Jason said as the lead Mike’s hand down to the blow out kit that they had stuffed in his pants pocket minutes before.
Mike followed every movement of Jason’s hands as he first applied a cat tourniquet to his right leg, up high on his thigh. He had lost a lot of blood during the run but most of the flow quickly stopped as they tightened the nylon strap. Next they took out pads of gauze and applied heavy pressure to two of the larger wounds on Mike’s side, keeping the pressure for several minutes to help stop the bleeding before taping it down with some of the medical tape in the kit. A few more minutes and the largest wounds on his leg were taken care of, a few minutes later and they had used up almost everything in the kit by patching up almost all the serious and semi-serious wounds along Mike’s side.
“Alright, you need some rest, take these, drink your water and then we’ll hide you and get some rest.” Jason said as he placed two small white pain relievers into Mike’s hand.
Instinctively Mike popped the pills in his mouth, unhooked the water bottle from his belt and chugged down half of its contents.
The next few minutes were spent piling leaves, sticks and anything else within reach on top of Mike to help shield him from whoever it was that was chasing him.
“Alright, that should do it.” Jason said as he helped Mike pull on last leafy branch over his body.
“Get some rest, and as soon as you can, get out of here. OK?” Jason said.
Mike nodded in response, as he quickly fell asleep, the ringing in his ears still drowning out every other sound.