AmenRa
Thermonuclear Omnipotency
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When Mallory told me about Abby and Romeo, I nodded my head. It was sad they were abandoned, but I understood. I had seen many, many dogs on the streets through the small towns on my way here. They had once been someone's pets, but by now were pretty much feral. I hadn't seen any horses, though. I was glad Mallory had them.
I nodded my head, looking towards an empty stall. There was some hay on the stall floor already. Interesting to note the Germans mostly used hay back in the day for bedding down their dogs. I wondered if Max might remember the time when he was a pup with his mom and brothers and sisters.
"Yeah," I answered her, "I've had some training in the navy. Combat lifesaver course, basic battlefield surgery, that kind of thing. I can start an IV and run a suture, and I can put on one hell of a tourniquet."
I lead Max over to the stall. I looked around and saw a small dish. Perhaps it was a spare bowl for Abby. "Mind if I borrow this?" I asked Mallory as I took it and used my Camelbak tube to fill it with water. I sat the water bowl in the stall with Max and closed the gate. He stared at me for a good moment. He turned and lapped some water and then laid down.
I turned back to Mallory. I realized I probably looked like hell. I hadn't shaved since leaving the compound about 2 days ago. My haircut was still pretty much high and tight, though. I had taken an opportunity prior to trying to fix up Pandora to wash as much of the grime and stink off me as I could. My poor, old tactical vest was really beginning to show the signs of wear even more now. I unbuckled it and pulled it and my backpack off and set them down near a saddle stand. I took off my sheriff's office issued shirt. These things were the greatest, ever. They were made by 5.11 Tactical, and the cloth was heavy enough to keep a bit of chill off but not so heavy that you sweated to death.
So, I stood there in my old, faded (once navy blue, now kinda bluish) tee shirt with its faded, yellow NAVY on the back and the number 2 on the left chest.
"Alright," I said to her, "let's do the damn thing."
"Do you have any medical training besides CPR? I'm probably going to need an extra set of hands in the exam room. You can put Max in a stall or in another room but I can't have him contaminating a sterile environment with a human patient," I told him authoritatively. I hoped he understood it wasn't personal but just a precaution.
I nodded my head, looking towards an empty stall. There was some hay on the stall floor already. Interesting to note the Germans mostly used hay back in the day for bedding down their dogs. I wondered if Max might remember the time when he was a pup with his mom and brothers and sisters.
"Yeah," I answered her, "I've had some training in the navy. Combat lifesaver course, basic battlefield surgery, that kind of thing. I can start an IV and run a suture, and I can put on one hell of a tourniquet."
I lead Max over to the stall. I looked around and saw a small dish. Perhaps it was a spare bowl for Abby. "Mind if I borrow this?" I asked Mallory as I took it and used my Camelbak tube to fill it with water. I sat the water bowl in the stall with Max and closed the gate. He stared at me for a good moment. He turned and lapped some water and then laid down.
I turned back to Mallory. I realized I probably looked like hell. I hadn't shaved since leaving the compound about 2 days ago. My haircut was still pretty much high and tight, though. I had taken an opportunity prior to trying to fix up Pandora to wash as much of the grime and stink off me as I could. My poor, old tactical vest was really beginning to show the signs of wear even more now. I unbuckled it and pulled it and my backpack off and set them down near a saddle stand. I took off my sheriff's office issued shirt. These things were the greatest, ever. They were made by 5.11 Tactical, and the cloth was heavy enough to keep a bit of chill off but not so heavy that you sweated to death.
So, I stood there in my old, faded (once navy blue, now kinda bluish) tee shirt with its faded, yellow NAVY on the back and the number 2 on the left chest.
"Alright," I said to her, "let's do the damn thing."