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Pew Pew! Another man was hit in the shoulder He was bleeding quite badly. I cut of his shirt around the wound with my bandage shears, poured in sulfa powder and applied the dressing. I was writing up the tag on the man when another flight of German bombers came over very low and, when one was directly over me, I saw the bombs release. However the bombs kept going forward so they missed us.
“You suck!” I shouted.
As i finished patching up this man, i spot another injured soldier. I held up my Metallic shield and dashed. I was slow because of its weight and there were a barrage of bullets striking my shield. Because of its thick density, it didn't damage the shield at all. I arrived and stuck my shield onto the ground and opened my kit.

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