Behind the Lines
(War sounds rage. Bombs exploding. People yelling. Gun fire. One sudden loud gunshot and ricochet.)
Soldier 1: “I’ve been shot! My god, I’m bleeding. Help me!”
Soldier 2: “Joe! It’s okay Joe, I’m here for ya.” (Yells.) “Medic!”
Soldier 1: “It hurts.”
Soldier 2: “Hang on Joey. Medic’s on his way.” (Yells again.) “Medic!”
(Sound of Medic running toward two soldiers.)
Medic: “Here I am.”
Soldier 1: “Doc! Doc! You haveta help me! I’m bleedin’ doc. I’m bleedin’!”
Medic: “Hold on, son. Calm down. It’s going to be okay. Now let me take a look.”
(Battle sounds intrude as Medic examines wound.)
Soldier 2: (Quiet voice so wounded man doesn’t hear.) “How is he, doc.”
Medic: (Sighs. Also speaks quietly.) “He’s not gonna make it.”
Soldier 1: (Calling out.) “Doc! Doc!” (Lowers voice as both men come close.) “You gotta help me.”
Soldier 2: “He’s done all he can.”
Soldier 1: “No! No, that’s not…” ( Coughs.) “My wife. My boy. My baby boy. Who’s gonna take care of them now?”
Soldier 2: “I… I’m sorry Joey!”
Soldier 1: “Do something for me… Please… Just one thing.”
Soldier 2: “Anything.”
Soldier 1: “Give my wife this.” (Rustling as man grabs pendant from his neck.) “This locket. Give it back to her. And… And…” (Coughs heavily again.)
Soldier 2: “Joey!”
Soldier 1: (Gasping for breath, close to death.) “Tell her… Tell her I love her. I love them both…”
Soldier 2: “I will.”
Soldier 1: (Coughs again.) “I… always… loved…” (Fades.)
Soldier 2: “Joey?” (Yells.) “Joey!”
Medic: “He’s dead. Let go.”
Soldier 2: “Poor Joey.”
Medic: “At least he died a hero.”
Soldier 2: (Ironic.) “Yeah. That’ll comfort his son.”
Medic: (Serious, missing irony.) “Yes. The boy can grow up proud knowing he died for the Fatherland. That he died serving his Fuhrer.”