You get a certain routine to misery - wait around so bored you forget to be scared, wince at the squealing brakes on the jeeps as they rush another toward you with another groaning soldier strapped down on its back, pray to any god that will listen that this guy's heart will keep beating long enough to stitch him together again, finish your sewing, take off the bloody gowns and shake out your blood-soaked boots, stumble into the mess tent and make a joke about what kind of beans they must use to make Army coffee...

The jeeps pull up. Take another swallow, start over again.


(also, love your icon!)