- The most obvious is that yes, i am new to this whole idea of writing, so the editing and grammatical is not going to be first class.
- If it doesn't make sense, please say something. I would rather clarify than completely re-write something, but not opposed to re working the tale.
-Comments of any kind are appreciated, but please be specific as to what needs improved (as i'm sure there will be). Can't learn without pointers or falling completely on your face.
-I know that many post their stories on other sites, then post the link in here. I am really new and wary on that, so i will stick to just copying and pasting into here for now. Keyword here is for now.
Without further ado, the actual story.
An Airman's Tale
Chapter 1- Discovery
It is a Friday night during the springtime, with the time close to midnight. A lone SUV is driving slowly down the street near the small waterfall in town. The driver is a lone airman, just back from the warzone overseas, and is a little lost, having mistaken this road as a shortcut. The camo he wore still had a sand tint to it, with a distinct outline formed on where his body armor sat on his body. Not only was he utterly lost; he has this feeling that something is out of place with the local area. It was feeling he had sensed as soon as he started driving in the little area by the stream.
Trusting to his senses, honed within the war he just left, he pulls over the side of the road, turns on the hazard lights, then gets out of the turned off vehicle. This night is still relatively cool, and a light mist is over the stream water funneling under the bridge. The waterfall was quietly churning the water in the stream, creating a soothing, calming sound of moving water. The airman slowly breathed in and out, closing his eyes and casting his thoughts around the area, sensing if something was out of place. This as a common thing he learned within the war, to trust his feelings and senses when in an unknown area. The cool air felt nice, compared to the oppressive desert and office building of the last year, especially without the body armor and weapons he had with him at all times.
His senses picked up on something within the stream, a large something. Reaching to his thigh and behind his back, he calls out into the darkness around to where he thinks there is a threat.
“Hey, anyone out there?!”
Feeling air by his thigh, he looked down, and then shook his head, realizing that he had automatically reached for his now non-existent sidearm, a reaction that he had performed many times overseas when he did not have his rifle nearby. He grabbed his flashlight on his belt with his other paw, shining it around the area to get a better idea where he was.
“ Got to relax a little more. I am not at war here. I am…home… or not there at least.” The airman whispered to himself, shaking his head. He focused once for to his surroundings, focusing on the flashlight in his paw, then everything around him, then back to the steel of the flashlight’s body.
A noise came near the stream, a weak voice on the shore, barely audible over the stream and waterfall. “He..l..p..”
The airman swept the flashlight around the area, searching for the noise. The beam then fell on a shape on the shore, the shape of a body.
“What is tha.. oh god… ” Gasped the airman, taking in what the light revealed. A teenager was struggling to remain on the shore, balancing two more teens to keep them floating. All three had cuts and bruises forming all over their bodies, with the one still speaking barely holding on to consciousness. The other two had it worse, already knocked out, and barely keeping their heads floating above water, with one, a white Korat, appearing to have something strangled around his neck.
Training and instinct took over for the young airman. Still near his vehicle, he ran to the trunk , popped the back window and pulled out his deployment first aid kit. Rushing over to the three teens, he pulled each out of the water, first the one barely hanging on, then his two friends to either side of him. Laying them all out on the grass, he automatically starts combat first aid. While looking over the first young teen, the airman takes a cell phone out of the belt holder, then calls the local 911, placing the phone on speaker, and lays it nearby to continue giving field treatment.
Upon answering, the airman descries the situation per what he was trained to do by the military, noting how many injuries, what kind, what he needed, where he was, any other observations, all while finishing up on the first teen, an Abyssinian, and moving to the second, and more seriously wounded Somali male. The operator reported that units were on the way, and ended the phone call.
“What in the world happened to you three? And who are you three to begin with?” Mutters the airman, taking out bandages to apply to a nasty bleeding cut on the Somali’s chest. He did not expect a response, but was surprised to hear one from the first teen, the Abyssinian, who was still battling to stay aware of his surroundings.
-Cough- ”Who…is…th..at?” The Abyssinian got out, coughing up water as he spoke. The airman let out a small breath of relief, knowing that now he might get a couple of answers, like names and maybe, if he was lucky, why they were out here in the first place.
“Take it easy. Take it easy. You have has a rough night, I see. “ The airman said calmly, finishing up the bandage on the Somali, then turning his attention to the Korat, cutting the scarf around his neck with scissors from the med kit. “I am just someone passing though. Just so happen to notice you and you friends here in a bit of trouble, so I thought that I would help out.” The airman kept talking calmly, hoping that him speaking would cause some kind of response from the other two.
“Than…ks. Nam…Abbey..”-Cough- Responded the Abyssinian, still struggling to remain alert and coughing up stream water at the same time.
“Abbey. All right, that is a start. What are the two with you? Do you know their names as well?” Probed the airman, who was putting a brace on the Korat’s arm to prevent it from moving too much.
“Paul… the Soma…..an..Mik…with the scar….” Was all Abbey got out before a large amount of stream water made it’s return journey through his mouth. The airman scrambled over to Abbey, and turned him on his side, to keep the airway free from the vomit that could still choke the injured teen.
“Alright, alright, that’s all I needed. Now just relax now. EMT’s are on the way to pick you up right now.” Said the airman, still with the Zen like calm that he had developed. This Zen like state lasted until his right shoulder flared up in pain. Looking at it, he saw blood forming on his uniform, just under the outside of the shoulder. He bit back the pain, and continued to work on his three charges in front of him until the sound of sirens became apparent the boots of the EMT’s and police were closing in on him.
“Perfect timing on their part.” The airman sarcastically murmured though the pain he felt from his shoulder. He looked over to all three of the young teens, each of them breathing at least, and felt relieved that he could at least do this much. Within minutes the EMT’s were examining all four of them, with the airman’s injury needing a new bandage and disinfectant. He waived the EMT’s off for the moment, watching the other three being but onto carts for transportation to the local hospital.
One of the EMT’s looking over Mike caught the attention of the airman, who was waving him down.
“Sir, what is he saying?” the EMT was asking the airman as he approached. The airman listened intently to the words coming out of Mike.
“Not sure. All I hear is three words. Lucy, so and sorry. Can’t say they make sense, but I am not worried about that now.”
“Airman, a moment please?” Came from another EMT, this one with Abbey. The airman walked over to her, and calmly asked what was wrong.
“Well, it’s nothing medically, but this one wants a favor from you.” Reported the EMT, blushing slightly at the appearance of the airman, now with blood running down his camo sleeve.
The airman took no notice of the blushing EMT, and leaned over Abbey in his cart and whispered” I’m here, man. What do you need me to do for you?”
Abbey looked up at the face of the airman, trying to focus on him, and said, in a horse whisper “ Daisy. Please tell Daisy for me.”
Abbey then breathed deeply, and closed his eyes, finally losing consciousness after the effort to tell the airman that message. The airman felt his heart jump, and a flashback hit him of another friend in the warzone, one who said something similar before going into surgery. Snapping out of it, he looked at the EMT, now turning a deeper shade of red.
“What, is there something on my face?” Joked the airman, upon seeing the red face of the EMT, and sensing that something was a little off.
“No, it’s not that.” The EMT smiled lightly. The airman realized just how young this EMT was, and was instantly regretting what he said. “I know her from school, this Daisy he referred to. I actually have her number, if you need to call her.”
“That would be great, makes things easier.” Commented the airman, slightly distracted since more EMT’s were swarming around them to load up the ambulances. He thought about something for a sec, then the airman asked, “Just out of curiosity, do you have the number of one called Lucy?”
“No I don’t.” was the reply of the EMT. “She likes to keep to herself. I am not sure if she has any friends at school or not.”
“OK, well, if I can get Daisy’s number, then that is a start.” The airman then took out a piece of paper, then jotted down the number. Once the airman had the number, he waived off the young EMT, then walked over the each ambulance, made sure that all three of the injured were loaded up, and then went to his SUV, and followed behind the small convoy of ambulances to the hospital, so as to be sure no to get lost.
Well, that how this story starts. Comments would be greatly appreciated. Maybe another chapter will be posted if no one seems to mind how it reads.
This post has been edited by Argius: 02 April 2011 - 12:20 AM