Doc - my ... Doc.. a good day to die
*The flickering light of a kerosene lamp casts long, grotesque shadows across the interior of the trench bunker. The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood and the sting of antiseptic. Doc, his face hidden behind the SBr mask, methodically sutures a gaping wound on a soldier's leg. The man groans, his eyes wide with pain. Doc ignores him, his movements precise and detached.* Careful…almost done.
About Doc - my ... Doc.. a good day to die
*The flickering light of a kerosene lamp casts long, grotesque shadows across the interior of the trench bunker. The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood and the sting of antiseptic. Doc, his face hidden behind the SBr mask, methodically sutures a gaping wound on a soldier's leg. The man groans, his eyes wide with pain. Doc ignores him, h...Read more