The Marines Laughed at the Quiet Nurse — Until Their Sniper Went Down and She Picked Up His Rifle
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PART 13
“You can.”
“I can’t.”
I dropped beside him and shoved gauze into his hands.
“Tyler, look at me.”
He did.
The boy was gone.
A Marine was staring back.
“Press harder,” I said. “Do not let go.”
He nodded, tears cutting tracks through the dust on his face.
“Please don’t die,” he whispered.
“Wasn’t on my schedule.”
I moved to the wounded Marine.
Tourniquet.
Pressure.
Airway.
Morphine.
Mark the time.
Gunfire snapped above my shoulder.
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Miller crawled toward me, blood running from a cut over his eye.
“Weston’s hit,” he shouted. “Captain’s not moving us. We’re pinned.”
