I shouldn’t even be here right now. I looked down at the fallen victim and came almost close to tears. Being a war nurse was an emotional experience.

I pressed the gauze against the bloody wound and prayed for the soldier’s recovery. I do that and help and give comfort to those who need it. Stories I’ve heard were so horrible and I would cry.

I looked away and toward the sunset over the hills. I couldn’t cry. I had to be strong as is army strong especially for the soldier.

“You can’t save every life, Abby,” one of the nurses said. I turned and found Gina all sympathetic and whatever. I applied more pressure to the bleeding arm.

What would she know? I knew she was right, but I could try. There was nothing wrong trying to be a hero.

The soldier smiled at me and I knew that everything was going to be alright.