The Reunion

The noise of a heavy vehicle moving past the compound woke Becky. She hadn’t slept more than two hours. Once they’d been brought inside the prisoner compound, their priority was to make the wounded comfortable. There were enough pallets for about three quarters of the captives to sleep on. They set up an infirmary near a cooking fire in the center of the one room building. Their captors provided plenty of first aid supplies allowing Becky to treat the wounded. There was plenty of fresh water and they were provided tea and a stew. Once everyone ate, most fell asleep out of pure exhaustion.

Becky spent the rest of the night tending to her patients. The most seriously wounded was the army officer. While the wounds were bad, he would recover. She was more concerned for several of the older wounded. She was worried about one gentleman who had been shot in the leg. While there was no evidence of infection, she was worried because he was a diabetic. When she expressed her concerns, he smiled telling her it wasn’t the first time he’d been wounded for his country. She cried and he’d comforted her.