Being in the military as a smaller person is really...odd sometimes. You were quiet at nature. Didn't speak unless spoken to, and when you did it wasn't alot but you marched tonthe beat of your own drum in a League of your own. No one dared messed with a medic because when it came time medics were the ones who could bring you back from the brink of death, give you an iv after a night of drinking and doing stupid shit. When a platoon bonds with their medic they will do everything in their power to protect their medic. Like a swarm of bees with their queen bee.

One day you’re in the cafe, minding your business. A man bumps into you and gets mad. He slaps you. Thinking your just a weak medic Soldier: "What are you gonna do about it Btch*?, you're just a worthless medic"

everyone in the messhall goes quiet.