A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 276, Wednesday
October 3rd, 2018
Chapter Three: Medic
When the command pulled him off the line, they raised him in rank and made him a yeoman.
Technically his former life in the bureaucracy could not be considered as real experience or earn him a promotion, because of the fact that it was experience from a lower caste, it meant nothing to the military command.
Nevertheless, serving in the bureaucracy prepared him for the work, he came to it as a celebrated war hero, decorated and wildly popular with the media, he was able to implement processes that streamlined the way records were kept, transferred, accessed, compiled.
He had reveled in the exploits of the infantry, the comradeship, but he did not resent the break or the rest. He had not enjoyed the killing, or watching his fellow die.
His audience, both in the Empire and in the Collective, grew tired of watching him shuffle papers again. Having seen him as a soldier and a hero, the Collective was not satisfied with his return to normalcy, and the Continuum was eager to push his narrative.
They wanted more from him.
He went back to wars as a medic, the most dangerous of all the professions in the military.
He studied for it, and he trained with the same zeal he brought to all of his endeavors.
He took his oath, dedicating himself to the preservation of life. He took it seriously, and he risked his own life time and time again, suffering serious injuries, to recover the fallen, whether they were soldiers of the Empire, or soldiers of the rebellion.
Everyone was a citizen he told himself, and he was there for them, for each of them. Like himself, every rebel had a story to tell, and every one of them could be redeemed.
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