I am in a desperate battle. Most of the members of my unit are in captivity to the enemy. Of those who are free, most are too frightened to do anything about it, or just don't think it is important enough to try. However, there are some few who, with me, are trying to rescue the captives, to bring the great power of our high command against the strongholds of the enemy.
Things were actually beginning to shape up. We have been setting the conditions for a future success. Then, all of a sudden, my right-hand man in this mission was grievously wounded. What now? My heart aches for the pain he is feeling. My skills in first aid are limited but I do what I can. I call out for help from high command, and I know it is on its way. But, full healing will take time. Meanwhile, the battle still rages. Will he be able to continue in the fight? He is going on courageously for now but his capabilities will have to be affected. It is too early, yet, to know exactly to what extent.
So again, what now? I can't leave him behind. We don't do that in my outfit. And, I need his particular skills for this mission. Besides, he is my friend. I will carry him myself if I have to. We will make it work somehow. We must. Our commander has assigned us this mission. We will press on. We will be provided assistance and reinforcements when they are needed. It will not be easy. Further wounds will likely be suffered; though, I hope none so deep as this one. With the help of our high command, we will succeed.
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