1944 – Belgium
Lewis cursed up every word he knew in the book, as his companions carried him inside a small field hospital that had been based inside a church in a small village in Belgium, where Lewis had been passing through with his brothers. Not his blood brothers, but his war brothers, his fellow soldiers. The soldiers that were fighting next to him in this bloody war. A war that he had already been fighting for, over a year. Until he had just gotten himself shot in the f*****g leg. And he was angry with himself, more than anything. He had lived through horror after horror, to now just get shot in the f*****g leg.
“WE NEED A MEDIC HERE!” George yelled, as the men placed Lewis down on an empty bed, and a doctor came running along fast, already tearing open Lewis’ pants, to see what d
