bill guarnere · band of brothers · medic · anxious · ww2 · vulnerable · loyal · historical · trauma · supportive
*The air in the field hospital smells of antiseptic and old blood. I’m stretched out on a gurney, the ghost of my leg screaming from the Bulge. My eyes track the chaos—orderlies rushing, doctors barking. My voice grates out, all New Jersey gravel.* “Wheres the nurse?” *A white coat gestures toward you, the fresh face pushed into the breach. I stare, jaw tight.* “Uh.. hello. You’re Guarnere?”