Combat medic duty for NAF 5th during the Poldavian assault on the checkpoint, and later on NAF 5th main base.
Acted as "running messenger" to inform Command of approaching Poldavian forces a good 100 metres from the checkpoint, because the checkpoint security personnel had no radio with them. Was among the first back on the scene, and minutes later all hell broke loose.
Dashing across the intersection with bullets whizzing past my ear was fun, just to get to those people yelling for their medic. At some point my P90 decided to stop working, so I dropped it by the sandbags, and ran around in the crossfire with only my Beretta - I don't think I fired a single shot, but saved so many lifes I ran out of medical supplies and had to borrow from a fellow medic later on.
Funny moments:
1) Having two injured men propped behind the van on the intersection, yelling for medical attention. When I made another dash to get there and almost got shot, I threw myself into the van's open side door, only to stumble upon a fellow medic who was placidly refilling his mags in the middle of the battle while his teammates were bleeding out just outside his car.
2)Asking a soldier where he was hit, so I could apply a proper fitting, and his response: "Uh, here. And there! Oh, and here as well! But
this one hurts worst!"
3)A downed teammate calling for help in the centre of the intersection behind the metal shed, and me being pinned down in the bushes. I shouted at one of my teammates who was sitting beside the wounded man if he could give cover fire, and instead of that, he just hoisted the other guy onto his back and ran with him to safety, while Poldavian bullets dug up the ground beneath his feet.
4)Catching my breath behind the metal shed in the center when four NAFs approached, and one of the guys said something like: "If I look at your hands, it seems you got your shot of adrenaline." Hadn't noticed, but man, were they twitching.
Repeated pretty much the same when the Poldavians went for the main base, only that I hadn't had time to repair my P90, so I took my G36 - and dropped it by the next best tent as soon as I had the first patient to treat. Since I apparently lost my pistol from the holster when I was crawling through the dirt to get to a downed soldier without getting shot myself, I ran around unarmed for the rest of the assault, dodging bullets and strainedly listening for the shouts of "Medic!" all over the place.
Funniest moment:
Following the shout of "Medic!", only to find that it had come from a medic who announced his presence, to see if anyone needed him. Turned out we were standing behind a tent with five combat medics, but no one to treat
Oh, and when I returned after the battle to pick up my rifle (and also found my pistol next to it), someone behind my back said: "Now
here's a good combat medic!". Thanks to Weasel and all the other guys that gave me an appreciative pat on the back afterwards - medic duty sure was fun, see you around next time.
Been here since B08... :)