Doc Roe had his hands full; he had two chest wounds and one soldier his taken a mortar hit to the entire right side of his body. There was little hope for him now. Roe's training dictated he should concentrate on those that had more of a chance, but he hated doing nothing.

"Medic…Medic!"

The cry was barely distinguishable over the gunfire and engine noise. Roe instructed the nearest soldier hope to staunch his comrades bleeding chest and ducked and bolted his way along the road. He tried to determine where the shout for help had come from, there were very little men still in this area of the road, and most had been led into the shelter of the town but Bull and the other CO's. Something was in the gulley ahead. A fresh faced man stood back from the mass, his pale face locked in a stunned expression. His gaze flickering from the town ahead, back to the pile at his feet.

There was a lot of blood.

Roe reached for the Lieutenant's neck to feel a pulse, he felt nothing. He dragged to body aside to reveal Cali's face; blood smeared across her check and soaked her clothes. He grabbed her shoulders and tried to drag her from under the lieutenant as she shook into waking.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Roe gazed back in astonishment

Cali exhaled deeply and fell back onto the embankment,

"I think it just caught me."

There was a deep red line across her cheek; the bullet has glanced across her catching her unawares and sending her head first into the gulley, the lieutenant tumbling after.

"You've got 9 lives girl," Roe let out a laugh that surprised him.

"Seem to be using them pretty quick though," Cali couldn't quite believe her luck either.

She looked up at the young soldier that stood over her, his face now fixed upon the Lieutenant's body; he never should have gone so far ahead.

He wasn't safe to stay so close to the road, Cali made her way towards the town in search of Bull or any of the others.