Harassment and Interdiction Fire


The Tundra Cat whined over the top of the soft summer mud at top speed. I knelt next to Don, who lay on his back. The vehicle’s constant movement caused him to groan, with each small bounce or course correction. I prepared another syringe with ten milligrams of morphine, which I administered into the exposed hollow of his undamaged shoulder. I aspirated to make sure I had not entered a vein before I put light pressure on the plunger. I then refilled and reused the same syringe on Dutch. I flashed him a look of encouragement before tossing the syringe over the side. Only one was left in my bag, and not much more than one shot remained in the bottle. I hoped that I would not need it for myself.