War of the Worlds

((Accepted.))

((So how exactly is the world coming to an "end?" I've read over the conversation between you and the martian but lack any significant details on whats really going on.))

((Alien invasion, pretty much. Aliens are using earth for a battleground.))

James quickly made his way outside of the Medical/Relief tent, the smell of blood still lingering around him. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, he finds himself finally being able to process what just occured. Looking down at his uniform he spots out small dots of blood that he had missed. Of course this wouldn't be his blood. His blood isn't spilled defending what little "nation" he signed up to protect. HIS blood is spent waiting for the real soldiers who risk there lives to finally get hurt in order for him to patch them up and send them on there way. Military code 68W, medical personnel. He was convinced by others that he'd be saving his people, his country, his world. Again his mind drifted back into the Medical tent..

**The flaps of the medical tent busted open as a group of soldiers rushed in a recent victim of a plasma explosion. The rough details about the injury happened as such: Routine patrol around the paremeters of the facility, attacked by unknown vessel, 3/4 vehicles instantly vaporized and the survivors of the fourth vehicle lay bleeding out on a stretcher. The other medics quickly begin to stablilize the man but within moments the plasma begins to eat away his very flesh. "Get those men out of here!" James screamed as the men who brought the 'patient' in begin to throw up from the smell of burning flesh.**

James takes another drag off the cigarette, hands shaking slightly. Outmanned, outgunned, and outmanuevered. This pretty much sums up the war with these alien scum. As if there aren't possibly billions, if not trillions, of other possible "earths" in distant galaxies..why this planet?

** Left arm, fully amputated. Left leg partial amputation from the knee down. Massive skin graphs requested from Base in order to heal the 3rd degree burns on 89% of the body. Likelyhood of survival- below 10%. Within moments the vitals drop to zero and the work we put into this man only prolonged his agony. James tears off his gloves and scrubs and makes his way outside**

Flicking the cigarette onto the ground James looks up at the sky. An alien warship hovered above the atmosphere, protected by anything we could throw at them.. He lights another cigarette, turns, and heads back into the medical tent.