Combat Medics are valued members of most warbands hailing from the Faithful nations. They range from the dedicated Sisters of Saint Cosmas to the Ducal Medical Corps of New Antioch. Whatever their origin, Combat Medics accompany their units to the front lines, leaving the long-term care of the wounded to army doctors operating in the forward surgical teams. Combat Medics also bear the responsibility of gathering the dogtags of fallen soldiers and reporting casualties to their unit commanders.
Rather than providing any protection from enemy fire (indeed, Heretic snipers are infamous for targeting medical personnel) the Combat Medic insignia bearing the Rod of Asclepius is there to help their comrades identify them in the heat of battle and call for their aid. Since the followers of the Heretic lords (let alone the undead of the Black Grail) cannot be expected to honour any kind of symbol of medical neutrality, Combat Medics often go into battle heavily armed and armoured, and take part in active combat in addition to their battlefield medical duties.
Combat Medics can often be found fighting their enemies in bitter close-quarters combat for the possession of the fallen and the wounded, in order to prevent them from being used by both the Court and the Heretics in rituals of dark worship. Here, their famed misericordia daggers have proven their mettle time and again, taking out even the heavily-armoured Anointed, dragged down by the combined efforts of brave Yeomen.
The Free State of Prussia boasts a cadre of well-trained and highly experienced veteran front-line medics, often well-versed both in human and veterinary first aid. Many Prussian Combat Medics are former lay members of the knightly orders such as the Malteserorden, who still maintain hospices in memory of their original purpose
Prussian Combat Medics of the Stosstruppen are selected from amongst the best and the most athletic in the entire Armed Medical Service. They follow the Lazarus Doctrine, a protocol which dictates that the priority of the krieg-sanitäter is to return soldiers to combat immediately, using any means at their disposal. The Free State has the most advanced chemical warfare programme in Europa, and it provides its Combat Medics with an excellent kit to get even the most severely wounded soldiers back on their feet and into the fray once more.
The breadbag straps each soldier carries are used to create tourniquets, followed by an arsenal of pain-numbing, adrenaline-pumping chemicals to get soldiers back into action. They also carry mustard paper, bottles of ammonia, pervitin, and many other tinctures to revive the fallen, supporting the Prussian doctrine of overwhelming opponents with lightning assaults. While putting such extra strain on wounded soldiers may often cause their unfortunate demise later on due to blood loss or exhaustion, it is an undeniable fact that the Combat Medic creed has turned many a battle in favour of the Free State.
EXTREMELY OLD WRITING FOR MY OC. IT IS CRINGE, AND POORLY WRITTEN!!!!
This is very badly written and very old but I like how I characterised kin. I wrote this at 4am AGES ago. 4AM. This isnt proof read at all, and it contains an oc (Calico) belonging to my friend :) (I also included a slightly edited version that i started correctecting, but I gave up on. Lol.)
TW: Blood and mention of the dead and swearing!!!
(OLD ver)
The snow is harsh and unforgiving in the dense and foggy forest as the cult issued, Land Rover 1/2 ton Lightweight pulls up ,the Purple mask; kin, presses the jewel at the top of her mask it encloses in on itseld and she pockets the split, half musty purple half ebony jewel. Cal copies her, kin then scowls her eyes unblinking as her arms are crossed, the snow on her boots rubbing against the now dried blood causing it to liquify once again the maroon foot prints look eerie in the white snow as she stomps over to the car she doesn't look back at the Medic of the team after all, she wished she was dead, if she was going to fail why not fail completely instead of having a lesser, pathetic being around her, nagging her despite her not muttering a single word.
Kin rips the front seat door open, while a soldier in the back seat slides a door open for cal, they both get in, kins door doesn't close immediately as her cape is stuck in the crack she grits her teeth and pulls back the door to close it again and again and again , finally she snatches her cape off and puts it between her teeth ripping thr fabric in half , she reaches into her satchel and pulls out a grenade pulling of the pin, she wraps the cape around it and throws it far out the open car door, she slams the door as hard as she can and slumps into her seat sulking, a few seconds later a loud BOOM causes cal and fhe other two cult members to flinch , they don't flinch because of the sound but rather at what is going to explode next.
Kin takes of her hat and throws it onto dashboard, She sighs heavily leaning forwards and puts her head in her hands, "DRIVE YOU HALFWIT!" she shouts to the driver, she complies and the car moves once more crunching the snow beneath them, she tangles her hands in her curly blonde hair and smashed her fists against her head then she throws herself backwards on the the seat repeatedly while lifting up her knees up to her chin and she bashes in the glove box with her boots over and over again , she even bites the seat belt which tastes odd. And starts tugging and pulling at the drivers military uniform which causes her to slightly swerve on the slippery snow. Kin then whips her head around her knees pressing into the seat as she fully turns around "YOU" she says pointing to cal. "OF COURSE YOU HAD TO THE THE SOLE SURVIVOR" she shouts, cal looks away from kin, her teeth clenched, she knows she can't say anything back which is extremely infuriating but she values her life more than she values the art of arguing.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU" kin screams "I FUCKING HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU" Kin takes a few ragged and hot breaths before she continues "I should just kill you, and be rid of your nuisances , I'll tell gold mask you didn't make it like the rest of them." She hisses , cal isn't sure weather kin would even be allowed to do that, Kins role is strange , technically speaking she is a high commanding officer who gets what she wants when she wants it. But she's also prone to many punishments and penalties which everyone in the car is aware of, cal thinks this as she looks at kins face ,pale with a slight flush to her cheeks her breathing is ragged and uncharted as her musty purple eyes wild with rage . Cal looks out the window then down to her calloused warm hands , Kin slumped back into her front seat and sighs heavily again muttering insults.
(Bloody hell 😭)
Now, the slightly-edited-but-eventually-gave up version
The snow is harsh and unforgiving in the densely foggy forest as the cult issued, modified land rover 1/2 ton Lightweight pulls up.
The Purple mask; kin, presses the jewel at the top of her mask it encloses in on itself, she pockets the split, half dusty lilac half obsidian jewel. Cal copies her, kin then scowls her eyes unblinking as her arms cross. The snow compacted under her Corcan jump boots as her nails dig into her own arms, Kin's laces and garters safe under the blood-crusted gaiters, Cal watched as the blood on the soles of kins boots mingled and melted into the snow, morphing into a grotesque but oddly mesmerising pattern as kin stomped over to the waiting vehicle. Kin doesnt look back at Cal, not even the breifest of glances, If she was going to fail why not fail completely? instead of having a lesser, pathetic, feeble being around her, kin hated the phantom nagging cal immited despite not muttering a single word.
Kin rips the front seat door open, while a soldier in the back seat slides a door open for cal, they both get in, kins door doesn't close immediately as her cape is stuck in the crack she grits her teeth and pulls back the door to close it again, again and again , finally she snatches her cape off and puts it between her teeth ripping the fabric in half savagely, she snatches a clipped grenade off of her bandolier, ripping of the pin and wrapping the cape around the granade and throws it far out of the open car door, she slams the door as hard as she can and slumps into her seat sulking, a few seconds later a loud BOOM causes cal and the other two agency officers to flinch , not flinching at the sound but rather at what is going to explode next.
Kin takes of her hat and throws it onto dashboard, She sighs heavily leaning forwards, putting her head in her hands, "DRIVE YOU HALFWIT!" she shouts to the driver, the driver complies and the car compacts the snow under the tires once more. Kin tangles her hands in her strawberry scented blonde curls and smashed her fists against her head while still doubled over. then she throws herself backwards on the the seat repeatedly then switches to lifting her knees up to her chin and bashing in the glove box with her boots over and over again. This tantrum lasts a while, she even bites the seat belt which tastes odd. And starts tugging and pulling at the drivers military uniform which causes the drivers to swerve on the slippery snow while not being able to utter a word.
Kin then whips her head around, her knees pressing into the seat as her body fully turns around "YOU!" She says accusingly pointing to cal. "OF COURSE YOU HAD TO THE THE SOLE SURVIVOR" she shouts, cal looks away from kin, her teeth clenched, she knows she can't say anything back which is extremely infuriating but she values her life more than she values speaking up for injustice.
"I HATE YOU" kin screams "I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU" Kin takes a few ragged and hot breaths before she continues "I should put and end to you, to finally be rid of your nuisances, I'll tell gold mask you didn't make it like the rest of them." She hisses in her russian accented English, cal isn't certain whether or not kin would even be allowed to commit those acts, Kin's role is strange , technically speaking she is a high commanding officer who gets what she wants when she wants it. But she's also prone to many punishments and penalties which everyone in the car is aware of, cal ponders over this as she stares at kin's face ,pale with a slight flush to her cheeks, from rage and the bone-chilling weather, her breathing is ragged and uncharted as her musty purple eyes seem to shake, the purple bleeding into dilated pupil with ire . Cal looks out the window then down to her calloused hands as Kin slumped back into her front seat and sighs heavily, again, muttering insults.
I beg for no judgement 😭. I have no idea why I have a weird attachment to this OLD piece of work 💔💔💔💔.
loads of stuff has changed since writing this. I'm proud of myself hehhehe.
That russia deliberately targets civilian infrastructure and doctors/first responders is no secret at all. But adding to the article:
Syrians warned Ukraine months ago to not put red crosses on anything as russia just uses that as a target. They also warned not to let the Red Cross (organisation) know anything about where medical facilities were as russia would always get the locations of their field hospitals from the Red Cross and they would be targeted soon after notifying the Red Cross. The field hospitals that they kept secret from the Red Cross were rarely targeted.
First responders tell VICE World News that Russia is using drones, artillery and booby traps to take them out, violating international human
(Yeah that's also your friendly reminder that Red Cross is a useless and sometimes even criminal organization that barely uses donations for their purposes and during WW2 got to inspect nazi concentration camps finding "nothing wrong")
