Via Mudville Gazette, a new milblog for me describes visiting a comrade newly arrived in the hospital from 1st ID.
The reception desk didn’t know where he was, so I found myself walking a labyrinth of interconnected tents until I found a PFC who helped process him in when he came in. I found him lying asleep on a bed and I just walked up and looked at him helplessly like a jackass, not wanting to wake him. The PFC helped me out, she touched him very lightly to wake him. I pasted a grin on and acted up beat. He seemed happy to see me, and I was glad for it.
I was eager to get him something, anything. I just wanted to help. He was fine though. Even though half his face was swollen to twice it’s normal size. Even though he had two black eyes.
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