Sunday

Photo 1

'Man down! Man down!' a soldier yelled. I rushed over to him. The smell of smoke and sulfur was strong in the air. The injured man was leaning against some debris, surrounded by spent bullet casings. He was smelly and sweaty from all the fighting he had been doing. We had already been out here for days, waiting for reinforcements to arrive. As i got a closer look, i realised that he was quite severely injured. A bullet scraped his neck and a his arm was broken. I immediately started to clean his wound and put a sling around his arm.

No comments:

Post a Comment