The Arethian War Medic's Journal
Dr. Maron Gaspar, 2nd Zenix War, Mondie
Day 24, Senguliavon, 141x
I arrived in the allied foothold of Mondie three days ago. I’ve learned a lot about the rest of this planet’s people in this past twenty-four hours. My commander handed me over to the Francese Commander Shell, and I haven’t heard proper Arethian since. They put me to work instantly. A lot of work.
The Second Zenix war has wasted no time destroying the people of this planet. Shell brought me into an office floor turned last minute clinic. They was still stapled pages on the carpet. It was overpacked with beds, equipment, and gurneys. They ran out of room on the beds. The new wounded were being put on the floor, or denied entry and set somewhere else. Every once and awhile someone would arrive in such critical condition that Commander Shell would force already housed patients out to make room.
Soldiers, adults, and children alike cluttered the beds. Shell tasked me to care for specifically allied soldiers that come in. I write this during my scheduled sleep opportunity, my right hand heavy with exhaustion.