#Combat Medics

[writer-of-various]

Bro, I'm not even fucking joking, why the fuck am I obsessed with medics?! Specifically WW2 medics. I'm something else, thanks for coming to my rant.

[rockyp77mk3]

Salute to every medic. Thanks, "Doc" for keeping the Reaper at bay.

[misfitwashere]

As I remember Savita. KIA 31-Jan-24

Combat medics are the angels of the war.

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Kyiv says goodbye to Iryna Tsybukh, combat medic who was killed by russia in Kharkiv region. Due to many near-death experiences in the war zone, Iryna made a detailed request on how her farewell ceremony should go. Including 10 Ukrainian songs she wished for people to sing together. So today Maidan sings. 🇺🇦

[zarla-s]

TF2 is free-to-play, but f2p players can't use voice commands or the chat, meaning they can't call for Medic. During a round of MvM a while back, I saw a Scout calling a Medic for an f2p player! It was just a weirdly sweet moment. Little things like that are my favorite part of playing TF2, haha.

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[g-raec]

2b

[traceamountsoftimetravel]

I had the privilege of knowing her since 2017-18. Amazing person. She was so articulate, funny, caring, generous, gracious, and so much more. It hurt deep in my soul hearing the news via her husband. I can’t make it make sense how such pure malice can exist in the world, but Diana persevered her whole life, and was the one light in the darkness that gave you hope. For the good people in your life, it is never “Goodbye,” but “See you later.” Rest easy, Diana. Slava Ukraini.

[novafire-is-thinking]

How To [Actually] Write a Combat Medic

…according to combat medics and those who know them - Part 1/?

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I’ve learned that the best way to get inspiration for characters in certain careers is to find firsthand accounts from people within those careers.

So, in researching for Pharma and Flatline, I found some combat medic skits on YouTube, and I am LOSING MY MIND at some of these comments:

Of course, not all medics are like this, and these commenters only represent a small part of the combat medic population…but I’m rolling with it because, at least in Pharma’s case, one of my goals has always been to keep a little bit of the Unhinged around.

It’s nice to know I can back that writing choice with reality. lol

[jaedoesart]

Dave finally snapped-

[creedei]

Hello engiemedic enjoyers

[dontforgetukraine]

Yuliia "Athena" Khomiak

Being a woman in the Armed Forces of Ukraine

I am surrounded by male soldiers who are constantly trying to protect and care for me somehow. They make sure I do not lift anything heavy and try to create comfortable conditions for me. Some will say that these adhere to gender stereotypes that need to be eliminated. But in reality, it's just life as it is. Some people have different experiences, but this is mine. Once, I went to one of our positions in Donetsk Oblast. The guys there lived in spartan conditions. They had domestic difficulties, in particular, with their water supply. But they got used to it, they were fine with it. As soon as I arrived, improvements began: They bought a pump, looked for adapters, and connected something to the generator so that there was warm water because…Yuliia had arrived! I dream about our victory, the end of the war, and an end to people dying. We constantly hear about the dead and gradually get used to all this information. Human destinies turn into numbers on paper. But every person is a universe. When one person dies, the darkness of grief covers two or three more people. It may be that the relatives of the deceased soldier will never be able to return to a normal life. Unfortunately, it happens. I really want this to end as soon as possible. Of course, I also have my dreams. I'm tired of living like a nomad. My belongings are now scattered in the Kharkiv, Donetsk, and Luhansk oblasts. I want to have a home, a family, and the opportunity for self-development. I plan to pursue science. After all, my speciality is reproductive medicine.

—Yuliia "Athena" Khomiak, junior lieutenant and combat medic

Source: War tears off masks. Сombat medic Athena talks about the fear of death, the fragility of life, and her sense of time at the frontline

[sharkk1t]

[theywerebothgirls]

moicy... save me moicy....

[crowleycringe]

I have a type pt. 2

[dr4yc0nic]

Peepaw where are you going. Where are you driving.

[sgt-tombstone]

https://www. tumblr. com/tiktoks-repost/664415151341076480

saw this and now i'm picturing soapghost in this situation

link, you’re so right anon

I’m thinking an au where Soap is part of a search and rescue team and Ghost, who was discharged for medical reasons but still lives close to base, gets bullied volunteered by his old captain, Price, to be a casualty victim for the CSAR (combat search and rescue) drills

Ghost would hate it, because it reminds him of actually being injured, but Price always makes sure that his fake injury is vastly different from the real one that got him discharged, and he actually has a lot of fun playing a victim. He knows how real injuries work, how real victims act in the heat of combat, and he really enjoys getting to play “bad” victims (ones who refuse treatment or are combative, because the PJs need to know how to deal with that too)

He’s never really treated it as anything more serious than helping to train soldiers to do their jobs better, but then he’s leaning up against the side of a house in the middle of a field in the base training grounds, and he sees a pair of brilliant blue eyes approaching, startling in their intensity and almost scary in their conviction, and Ghost thinks that maybe, for the first time, he might be in over his head.

The soldier scans the area, gun at the ready, because the first step in a search and rescue situation is securing the premise (and fuck, this guy is well-trained, Ghost thinks to himself, half-sullenly and half-grudgingly impressed, he knows what he’s doing), and then he drops to his knees by Ghost’s side. His gaze drops to the card in Ghost’s hand, marking Ghost as an amputee with a sucking chest wound (a far cry from the brush fire that had caused 3rd degree burns along his entire left side and more skin grafts than Ghost could count). Ghost tries not to be upset about the loss of eye contact, especially when the man opens his mouth.

“I’m Soap,” he says, thick accent distracting from the utter ridiculousness of his call sign. He’s deadly serious, both his tone and face conveying his devotion to rescuing Ghost. “I’m gonnae get ye out of here, I promise.”

Normally, Ghost would thrash around a bit, maybe have some fun letting out a little cry (who ever said he wasn’t a good actor? Price kept bringing him back for a reason, and he was directly responsible for many CSAR operatives developing eye twitches. But they were better soldiers for it, so who really won?) but he can only stare as Soap starts undoing his tac vest (the only time he still gets to wear it) and pulling on gloves to start simulating treatment for Ghost’s fake wound.

He keeps one hand braced on Ghost’s chest, apparently where he’s decided the sucking chest wound would be, applying pressure while preparing a dressing (god, who approved the funds for all of the equipment they wasted in practice? Ghost wasn’t about to start complaining) and pressing a chest seal against Ghost’s bare skin. He tells Ghost to exhale, then secures the dressing. It’s a textbook treatment, as far as Ghost can tell (and he’s done this a lot) but there’s something about Soap’s sure hands, his unwavering haze, his steady presence, that makes it feel like something more.

When Soap moves down to pull up his pant leg, obviously intent on treating his fake leg amputation, Ghost stops breathing altogether, and if he ends the day by receiving very real CPR from a very concerned Soap (as well as Soap’s personal phone number), well… what Price won’t know won’t hurt him, right??

(he’ll be Ghost’s best man at the wedding two years later, and his speech will have many, many innuendos about a certain sucking chest wound, much to Simon’s mortification)