As a combat medic, having people die in your arms is something you're not supposed to get used it. It's meant to hurt and be a painful experience every time, so you fight that much harder to not have it happen again.
But, it happens, enough, where I couldn't do anything, that you do kind of get used to it.
That weird dichotomy is further added to by how many people decide to reveal dark secrets out of some vain attempt to calm their souls before they die.
The amount of super secret sex within squads is quite remarkable, apparently.
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