When spring first breathed over icy France, JD was hit with a fever.
It shook his body and addled his brain, but he hid it well. The hours were long, and the staff was short of men. JD didn't have time to be sick.
The medical tents leapfrogged behind the regiment. The last of the men in his care had been either shipped to base or returned to duty. He had equipment to move.
JD gave himself something small to ease the pain.
He got the what-for from his commanding officer when the man discovered JD was self-medicating.
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Cigarettes and Penicillin
Historical FictionWar turns boys into men. It takes moments of your life and changes you forever. It's the little things that follow you. Snapshots. Stories you can tell your mother. Your father. Your aunt. Your son. Your granddaughter. There are good stories. Mome...
