The Medic by Anysia Eaton (reading e books TXT) 📖

The Medic

Chapter 1
Amie Sarcetta

World War 2, never before had so many men died in war. More and more coffins head back to England filled in men, some men don’t even make it back to England, and most men don’t even get a coffin. People say Man is made to fight but what about the Women, what were they made for? A wife, a cook, or just a mother. I once knew a woman who wanted so much more than what she had had placed in her path and to get it she sacrificed everything. Her name is Amie Sarcetta. She was the only fighting woman medic, she faced what some men daren’t face, she did what some men daren’t do, she sacrificed what most men daren’t sacrifice. She was braver than any man in our squad and will always be remembered as ‘the valiant medic’. True, she faced many criticisms of becoming a medic out on the front line of the action, but she believed she was doing what was right to her. I remember her telling me “Why live a life of greed and selfishness? Why live a life of failure and disaster? Why live a life if there’s nothing to live for?”She herself believed that had she not been fighting she would not have anything to live for. She believed her life was to serve in the armed forces and to help win the war, even if she died, she said she would have died smiling because she did her bit for her country.
Amie Sarcetta had lived most of her life in France when one day she met her husband while he was on a business trip. She moved to England with him, learnt the English language and took up nursing. She had not been in England for more than two years before the war started. I remember her telling me all she wanted to do was return to her home to be with her family, but something that she couldn’t describe kept her in England. She especially wanted to move to France when her husband who had joined the armed forces, was told he would be fighting there. Two months in to the war she started working as a nurse for the armed forces. She remained on the home front while men took up the medic positions on the front line. Amie healed the soldiers that were flown back with injuries. That was when I met her for the first time, two of my brothers had been killed and another severely injured so I was pulled out of fighting to be with him and our mother until he had recovered enough for me to leave again. My mother and I had been sat at his bedside when she walked in. Her lush blond hair was tied back, and her flawless face and blue eyes smiling towards us all. She had a smile that lit up the whole room. She glanced at my brother and at me and then looked towards my mother and said, “’e will be alright, miz”
“Are you sure? I can’t lose another son. I can’t...” Started my mother as she stood up but she burst in tears and collapsed in floods of tears.
Amie was obviously used to it by now as she helped my mother to her chair, looked her in the eyes and said “’e will be fine, we ‘ave had lots of people worse than ‘im dat ‘ave survived mademoiselle. I am pozitiv’ ‘e will survive. We will not rest befor’ ‘e iz fit ‘n’ well”
“Thank you” said my mother suddenly all calm.
I admired her skills to calm a distressed mother, but that was obviously what she was gifted with. I remember my first conversation with her. It was three days later. My brother was sleeping, my mother was grabbing some food and I was sat by my brother’s side when she walked in.
“Hello” I said to her, quite nervously.
“’ello” she replied in her sweet toned voice.
“Any progress?” I asked.
She had a puzzled expression on her face. So I expanded on it “Is he getting better?”
“’e ‘as improved zince ‘e first came. ‘e iz very good at ‘ealing” replied Amie.
“Ok I was just wondering, we were very close, fought side by side in France” I mentioned.
“You’re part of ze army?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m a private.” I replied.
“I ‘ave always wanted to ‘elp de army. Dat’s why I became a nurse for da army.” Mentioned Amie.
She also told me how she wished to advance to being a medic out on the front line. At first I thought she was joking so I laughed but when she looked at me I realised she was definately not. I was a little shocked. I thought ‘why would a girl want to be on the front line, when that really is a man’s job.’ But she explained that as well, she is one of the women that believed in equality. I believe in equality between men and women when it came to at home and jobs but not violence, but she was very strong willed, and I wasn’t in the mood then to argue.
Two years later, I had returned to France and then had to be rescued from Dunkirk and brought back to England. When I returned, my brigade was taken to her hospital and I was looking forward to seeing her again. I had told all of my brigade about her when we were on Dunkirk beach, but she was nowhere to be seen. I asked another nurse about her and she replied with “She moved about a week ago. I believe she’s working with the front line medics.”
That made me smile, how she had achieved what she wanted to, but it also meant I probably wouldn’t see her again.
June, four years after the Dunkirk miracle, I had been given the information of the plan to get France back. We were going to be one of the brigades to land on Sword beach. There will be ten of us. Nine soldiers and then a front line medic. I have to admit at this time she had passed completely out of my mind until I saw her. My brigade had been brought into get briefed on operation “Overlord”. I walked in first from the nine of us male soldiers. She was sat in the corner reading a book, that I guessed was written in French. She quickly glanced at me and the rest of us and then turned her attention back to her book. There were two rows of five chairs, like I said she was sat on the back row in the side of the room.
In front of the chairs was the General. He was quite big and buff, someone I knew I didn’t want to mess with. He was watching Amie with interest when he spotted us.
“Gentlemen, if you would take a seat” said the General to us, he then turned to Amie who was still reading and asked “Mademoiselle, Peut-on obtenir commence?”
“Oui, bien sûr, j'écoute” replied Amie.
All of us sat down. I made sure I sat next to her and I did. The leader of the brigade was sat on the seat in front of her.
“Right, you have been chosen to complete an important mission that is vital. You will be sneaking into Paris so you can provide our army with detailed information on German defences upon their arrival. The success of you being in Paris and observing the Germans without being witnessed is vital.” Said the General.
“I am sorry General, but we do not have our medic, how will we be able to nurse our wounds without a medic” replied our leader standing up.
“Your medic just so happens to be sat behind you” commented the General.
Our leader turned to face Amie, who went bright red. We could tell by the look on his face our leader was not happy.
“She is a lady” moaned Dave who was sat next to the leader.
“Gender does not come into it” said the General.
“Sir, I cannot lead a lady into a German infested France.” Replied our leader.
“She is French, you will need her expertise of the land to get to Paris successfully and she is an extremely talented medic. I will not withdraw my decision, my word is final. She will be your medic. You leave at 0100 hours on 6th June. Now move as we have others we need to brief. Go!” said the General.
Our leader looked towards Amie, who had stood up with the rest of us, and then marched out. He was the first one to leave. When the third person had gone through the door, the general called to me, “Mr Stevens. Come here”
I returned to him.
“Mademoiselle, pouvez-vous joindre à mois s’il vous plait?” asked the General to Amie.
She walked over. He then continued “C'est M. Richard Stevens”
“Mr Stevens, I am leaving you in charge of making sure that this beautiful young lady returns to England in one piece, will you try your best to do this?” asked the General. By this time all of the others had left.
“Of course sir.” I replied.
“Now Go. Both of you” ordered the General.
Both of us headed out without a word.
When we were out of the room, I wished to say something to her but I didn’t know what to say without scaring her.
“zo, you are bejaminz elder brother are you not?” she asked.
“You remember me then” I replied shocked.
“I remember your brother ‘n’ your face. It iz easy to remember ‘im. Very good recovery. Better than any other” She said.
“I thought you said to my mother others have come in worse” I replied.
“I bended da truth a little, but I waz positive ‘e would survive. ‘e was in too much of a good condition to die at dat point” Commented Amie when our leader approached us.
“Richard with me now” he ordered.
“I will ze you around” she said to me and then carried on.
It was the one time I wished my leader had not chosen me as his favourite. He only pulled me away to say he wasn’t happy taking a lady, even though both of us knew we had no choice now.

Chapter 2
Sword Beach

6th June, 0300 hours, in the boats. We were all in our camouflage, even Amie. We had been given information by our leader on our rendezvous (Meeting place). We were also among other brigades that were focused on actually taking France back while we were the spies for them. I was stood next to Amie as I promised I would make sure she made it back to England in one piece. Even I could tell she was nervous we all could. Billy, one of our fellow members in our squadron was stood the other side of her. He took out his drink and pushed it in front of her and said, “Drink something, you’ll feel better”
With her hands shaking she took his drink, and took a sip and then went to pass it back.
“You’ll need more then that trust me” he said taking her hand with the drink in and passed it back to her.
She took another but bigger sip and then went to pass it back.
“Give it a while and you’ll feel better. Trust me. M’names Billy by the way” said Billy taking it back off her.
“I am Amie” replied Amie.
He was about to say something when our leader who was in