The surgeon, with patient dedication, washed his hands. Already suited up in proper attire he stalked to the next room to find his assistant looking over his tools.

"How are we looking, Audrey?" he inquired.

"Everything seems to be in order sir," she replied, a note of nervousness in her eyes betrayed her to the doctor.

"Well, lets go over the list just to make sure."

"Yes, sir."

"Anesthetic? Scalpel? Sponge?" His list ran on and on, Audrey nodding enthusiastically at each inquiry confirming that the item was where it was supposed to be. When it was done she closed the top of the black leather case, and snapped it's latches into place. She then picked up her black, green, and brown mottled helmet and snapped it under her chin.

"We better get a move on if we want to stay with the battalion, Private," stated the doctor.

"Yes, sir."

"What good is a battlefield surgeon without a battlefield to do surgery on?" he asked the air as he walked out of the tent into the sunlight.