The other reporters seemed to have gotten used to this dire situation. They returned to their seats quietly.
The journey was monotonous, and despite the reports of rich wildlife along Tanfert Road, there were no animals to be seen, as if they had migrated far away due to the war.
He felt some tightness in his chest, mostly psychological, and it was hard for him to breathe.
After about another forty minutes, there were finally some sounds around, human voices.
"We need a doctor here..."
"Can anyone help me?"
"Nurse?"
"I need an injection!"
These chaotic voices alleviated some of the stuffiness in the infantry vehicle, and George, who had been tugging at his collar, also lowered his hands. He peered outside through a narrow window, only able to see a blurred scene.
On the grass, in the mud, everywhere, there were wounded lying around, clearly not enough doctors and nurses.
