Daily Prompt: Is that blood behind your ear?

This is something I wrote today while I was in morality and happiness.





It was cold and wet, people were freezing to death and then there were others that were actually dying from the war itself. That was how war always went, more people died from the elements than they did from the actual war. I looked over at my comrade who came running over to me, almost compromising our location. I already knew what was wrong.
”Is that blood behind your ear?” I asked him. He placed his hands on his knees and bent over, panting. He shook his head.
“Of course not.” He gasped.
“Don’t tell me that it’s mud. You’re bleeding. Get your ass over here.” I demanded, beckoning him over. He sat with his back to me so I could see where the blood was coming from.


Head wound.


I let out an internal groan. He was a goner, but I was not going to tell him that. He was going to die soon. I was going to bandage his wound, though. I needed to keep his morale up, keep him going up until the last.
Shrapnel was always the hardest to bandage. It was not a clean cut, I did not know the point of entry, and he was going to keep bleeding until it was all gone. The joy of fighting in the trenches.
I had come to realize that most of my friends were going to die in this war, but I went on anyway helping all those that I could. I quickly went on to bandage his head and tried not to vomit as the blood trickled down my fingers. I had seen death, so much death, but it was those who were dying and did not realize it that made me feel sorry for them. Those who died quickly never realized that they were dying, or at least I did not think that. A slow death was the worst way to go, one knew that they were dying and they could not escape it.
“Am I good to go?” the man asked me.
“Sure thing.” I told him and patted his back. He put his helmet back on and crawled away on all fours. Another bomb went off close by and everything went black. It was a quick death.