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All's Fair In Love and War, Parts 19-20/?

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  • Luvofcourfeyrac@aol.com
    The truck smelled. That was the first thing she noted as she climbed up into the back of the transport truck that would take her to a whole new camp. The
    Message 1 of 1 , Dec 29, 2000
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      The truck smelled. That was the first thing she noted as she
      climbed up into the back of the transport truck that would take her
      to a whole new camp. The second thing she noticed was that the
      sinking feeling she'd went to bed with the previous night was still
      with her. Something wasn't quite right about this whole situation. It
      wasn't just the fact that they were being sent to the front lines for
      medical attention even though the war was just about over. In fact,
      in light of the other instance, that fact was quite excusable.
      No, what worried her most was that the only people being
      transported were fellow nurses that were known for being mutants. She
      lowered her eyes at the thought and studied her hands. So much power
      behind them. And with a very slim sense of control, it would be very
      easy for the wrong person to take advantage of that power.
      She shook her head firmly, reminding herself that the last thing
      she needed at that moment in time was to put more doubts and fears
      into her mind. She needed to remain calm. She needed to assess the
      situation and list all the possible outcomes. She needed...she needed
      to stop sounding like a drill sargeant and think logically.
      The trucks suddenly roared to life and pulled away from the
      hospital. She peered out the small windows located on the sides of
      the transports and watched as it faded out of sight slowly. The noise
      was horrendous, and she cursed herself for having taking the seat
      right above the wheels. Every bump sent a shock up pain trailing up
      her spine, causing an almost instant headache. Glancing about the
      back of the truck, she noticed that all the other passengers were
      equally as uncomfortable. And none of them had their luggage. She
      wondered what that was about. Upon reaching the truck, two uniformed
      men had insisted she hand over her luggage to them. She did so
      reluctantly, grateful that she'd changed her mind and tucked her
      letters from Logan in her blouse instead. At the time she'd assumed
      that they needed as much space as possible for the other nurses.
      Looking now she saw that the back was half empty, and that there
      would have been room for twice the amount of luggage they'd all
      None of this eased her apprehension any. And of course, to make
      matters even worse, it began to rain. Once again she cursed her luck
      at finding the most horrid seat in the entire area, for just above
      her head a tiny crack was allowing little droplets of rain to fall
      onto her head. Strong winds blew the truck, causing it to teeter
      rather violently at some points. In some ways, the swaying motion
      very much reminded her of the transports she'd been on on her way
      across the channel.
      The beginning of the war seemed so very long ago. She'd been an
      entirely different person then. Eager to get away from her home life,
      and into adventure, she'd packed up her bags and signed up to become
      a nurse with the Red Cross. She figured since her father and three
      brothers were signed up with the army, she might as well do her part
      too. It only took two months of training before she was granted
      permission to travel abroad with the other qualified men and women.
      She'd been very narrow-minded and naive then, as well. She laughed
      slightly to herself, remembering her surprise to see male nurses
      among the female. She thought for sure every man in America was off
      with the army. Until her new friend Agatha explained that not all men
      were taken into the army. Marie'd never known then that there were
      just as many qualifications (if not more so) to get into the army as
      there were to get into the Red Cross.
      She was also very unprepared for what she saw in Europe those
      first three weeks. True, she'd worked terribly hard, studying every
      known injury the medical institutes had. Dr.Henry McCoy was a
      fantastic teacher, and made sure her brain was filled with all the
      knowledge it would need. No, knowledge was not where she was
      unprepared. At least, not in the facts department. What it came down
      to was the emotional stress it'd put upon her.
      Marie sighed, remembering the picture shows she'd seen back home.
      They were all about war right before she left, an obvious attempt to
      attract the attention of men. It'd worked too. They made them look
      like brave heroes, each and every one dying in a spotlight of glory.
      In reality, many died unnoticed. Only a very few died on the battle
      field, surrounded by friends, and even less died painlessly. Most
      ended up in the Red Cross hospitals, very much in pain. Some came to
      them asleep, thank God, but most came, screaming, clutching body
      parts, and calling for their mothers. Someone once said shock was
      good for a person. She didn't see how. For the first three weeks
      she'd cried herself to sleep at night. The whimpering men in the
      rooms adjacent to hers often filled her dreams, making them
      nightmares very quickly.
      Feeling a slight jab in her chest, Marie was pulled from the past,
      back into the present. She turned to look out the window, and was
      surprised to see it was after dark. She must have fallen asleep
      somewhere along the way.
      Remembering the sharp point digging into her, she quickly pulled
      the letters from her shirt and looked at them. It'd been so long
      since she'd heard from Logan. Nearly three weeks now...or was it
      more? After the normal week it took for her to receive a response,
      she'd lost track of the actual time since he'd written, but she knew
      it'd be a while. Of course, they were in the middle of a war, so
      delays were to be expected. Especially if he'd gone to the front.
      Hitting a bump in the road, her head jerked backward, banging hard
      against the wall of the truck. She frowned, rather annoyed by this
      whole trip. Rubbing it pointedly, she tucked the letters safely back
      against her chest and rebuttoned her shirt. Her fears about this trip
      were no less apparent, but somehow, they'd taken a momentary back
      seat in her mind. Now, the main concern she had was getting sleep.
      She'd been up the entire night before, packing away her things, and
      the earlier nap she'd taken wasn't enough. Though her stomach lurched
      with an uneasiness, she closed her eyes and rested her head on the
      floor, curling up slightly to get comfortable. She didn't fear
      putting anyone else out, or having to make them move. They each had a
      considerable amount of space to their name, without getting in each
      others way.
      Closing her eyes tightly, she allowed the thoughts of Logan she'd
      been attempting to foster to encompass her mind, promising herself
      she would not sleep for long. She wanted to think through this
      matter, and try to put her finger on exactly what it was that was
      troubling her. A part of her knew that she should stay awake and
      think on it now, but the other part of her argued that she would get
      nothing accomplished if part of her was preoccupied with thoughts of
      rest. Deciding then that the second half of her had a better
      arguement, she shifted slightly against the hard floor of the truck
      bed, and drifted off to sleep.

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