Jack was overjoyed when he watched the two Mustangs give chase after the fleeing 109 into the sky to carry out their own little fight in the sky.
"Yeah-hah! Take that you lousy kraut bastard! Get 'em boys!" Jack cheered on before his waning adrenaline rush finally couldn't hold his weight any longer giving out from underneath him.
The now fading adrenaline rush that provided a nice pain suppressor, was now being replaced by a burning pain that began to hurt like someone was driving a hammer where he was shot.
"Status check! Rhodes, Morgen report in!" Jack said through clenched teeth, his heart rate was rapid and his nerves had him shaking from the intensity that the chase had provided.
"Still kicking sir! Hows Morgen doing!?" Rhodes responded over his shoulder.
"That's what I like to hear!" Jack replied before he slides over to get closer to Morgan, the kid wasn't moving much but he was breathing.
"Pedal to the metal Rhodes Morgan doesn't have long before he bleeds out on us!" Jack commanded once he was able to slow down and process what he was seeing.
There was a large puddle of blood underneath Morgan's leg and this was no longer a race to evade a fighter pilot's bullet, now it was dire than anything else. It was a race against time to save Morgan from bleeding to death before any help can reach him.
When Jack was finally able to actually begin helping the kid, Morgan was shaking and he was fighting to keep his eyes opened.
"NO! Don't do that!" Jack thundered while he began to lightly tap Morgans' cheek and the kid came to life a little as his eyes shot open momentarily before they became more relaxed.
"Sir," He whimpered, "I can't feel anything really... And it's getting cold, really really cold..."
"Hey private, you're going to be okay alright? You hear me, buddy, you're doing fine just keep those eyes up here looking at me." Jack said as he tightened the tourniquet and hoped that it'd be enough to keep him alive.
Jack was feeling drowsy himself, but he was more worried about Morgan since he was in critical condition.
What seemed like forever to Jack, the three of them finally arrived at the eastern lines medical station.
It was actually an abandoned farm house and a barn, but it was the biggest structure nearest to the frontline and without a doubt, it was converted into said field hospital.
As they neared the distance shapes in the blizzard took the form of friendly G.I.s that were watching the dogfight in the distance before the engine of the jeep drew their attention.
"Stretcher!!!" Jack yelled at the top of his lung a few times during the approach before he saw them running off only to come back with more people and the stretcher bearers.
Rhodes slammed on the brakes and the motion jerked everyone forward from the sudden halt.
A field surgeon was accompanying the stretcher bearers when the commotion had sounded the alarm.
"What in tarnation happened!?!" The head man, or in this case he bore the rank of Chief surgeon and was responsible for the medical corps in the entire eastern approach.
"I'll explain later, Private Morgen's artery was hit and he's gonna die without immediate treatment!" Jack interrupted and everyone jumped into action as soon as they heard Jack mention the severed artery.
"Captain what about you are you able to walk?" One of the medics quipped when he noticed Jack was hurt as well.
"My leg gave out down the road, we had kraut 109s trying to gun us down," Jack said giving his answer that everyone wanted to hear while he shifted himself to the edge of the jeep, fighting through the searing pain.
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Screaming Eagles
Historical Fiction"You're about to embark on a great crusade..." General Dwight D. Eisenhower had said in his speech to the troops prior to the opening assault on Normandy's shores. However, Jack and James O'Brian never heard that speech, because they were in the air...
