Huntingham was pushed to the brink of being captured, and the operation turned to street fighting.
The allied forces were sneaking into the city to defend Huntingham, while the enemy forces were busy trying to find the people hiding in the city.
Power lines were pushed out and the Huntingham Field Hospital prepared to move to the rear. The problem, however, was the wounded soldiers who could not be moved.
A minimal medical staff was needed for them and the rest of their allies. Someone had to remain on this site.
âAre there any more volunteers? Volunteers, please raise your hands! We are short on staff, and if you can stay, Iâd appreciate it if you could!â
One nurse walked around among the people packing their bags and asked for volunteers. Most, however, only looked at each other and did not readily raise their hands.
Had the situation been slightly different, many would have stayed. But now a search-and-find operation was in effect. They werenât sure what would happen.
Annetteâs drooping hand jolted. She looked at the nurse recruiting volunteers with anxious eyes.
Someone had to stay.
âOnly one of you can â¦â¦â
Someone had to stay â¦â¦..
âYou are the only one left in this world.â
A low voice buzzed in her ears like tinnitus. Annette clenched her fists. She turned her back to the nurse and began packing.
There was a flurry of activity in the area as people prepared to leave. Annette packed her luggage bag with a handful of clothes and items.
Before leaving the hospital, Annette looked for Hans. But he was just lying in bed, unprepared.
âHans? What are you doing here? Arenât you going?â
âAhâ¦I.â
Hans scratched his cheek and smiled shyly.
âI think Iâll stay here.â
âYouâre going to stay? Why?â
In the case of wounded soldiers like Hans, they were to be placed in a transport vehicle first. There was even a separate duty vehicle for transporting wounded soldiers.
He could not move on his own. But had no problem moving around long as he had the help of others.
Annette spoke urgently, wondering if he knew the protocols.
âThe army has an obligation to return wounded soldiers to their homes. You donât have a single thing to worry about.â
âOh, no, no, no. Itâs more than that.â
Hans hesitated for a moment, then gently looked down at the white comforter covering his legs and continued speaking.
âI honestly â¦â¦ donât have the confidence to go back home and see my family. Itâs obvious that I will become a burden in the future.â
âMy God, Hans, why do you even think that?â
âIâm being realistic. With this body, I wonât be able to do what I normally do, and there isnât anything else I can do, so Iâm just going to walk away.â
Annette was speechless and only moved her lips. She wanted to say thatâs not true, but that didnât mean she could give practical advice.
âAlso, Iâm sure others will go through all sorts of trouble to relocate me. I think it would be better to put someone more deserving in my place.â
âHans, it is your seat that has to be made even if you donât have it.â
âThatâs all right, lady. There is nothing to worry about. Just put off leaving, and just because Iâm staying here doesnât mean Iâm going to die, does it?â
Hans laughed out loud in a light tone. It was the same hearty smile as always. For some reason, Annette felt embarrassed in front of that smile.
She stared at Hans with new eyes.
At first she thought he was rude. When she met him again, she thought he was a poor young man. And nowâ¦â¦â¦..
Annette felt the same way when Justin told her that he wasnât that kind of guy to begin with.
Do people make situations, or do situations make people? Annette couldnât tell what was right and what was wrong.
Her world, which had always been divided into black and white, became all but unclear after the revolution. What she thought she understood became ambiguous, and she learned what she did not know.
Annette tried to remove the confusion from her face. Then, as usual, she smiled faintly.
âWellâ¦yes, I guess I will see you again in Cynthia.â
âOf course. Good luck, Annette.â
***
Outside the hospital, there was a long line of people in front of the transport trucks. Annette didnât know what to do, so she kept her head down and looked only at the situation ahead.
After wandering around for a while, Annette eventually asked the nursing officer standing next to her.
âUm, where do the nurses stand?â
The nursing officerâs face turned noticeably polite as she spotted Annette.
âThey have to pick up the wounded first, so those who can walk will move on foot because there are not enough vehicles.â
âI see, I understand.â
âWellâIf you wait a moment, I will try to find you a seat.â
The nursing officerâs attitude was very cautious. She could see that she was treated differently because she was the former wife of the Commander-in-Chief. Annette shook her head stiffly.
âNo, itâs all right. Iâll walk.â
âAt least one seatâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â
âI will walk.â
A decisive reply fell. The nursing officer seemed to hesitate for a moment, but eventually nodded,
âJust go to the line over there.â
Annette moved with her bag to where the nursing officer pointed. People were buzzing, waiting to leave.
Fog hung in the air. An uneasy feeling suddenly came over her that if they advanced in this condition, they would not notice any enemy forces ahead.
Annette hugged her bag tightly. The others were also anxious, but little by little she could hear them complaining why they werenât leaving quickly yet.
Soon the transport trucks began to depart. Wheels rattled on the ground full of broken wreckage.
Soldiers and medical staff moved in after the transports. They were dressed as if they were evacuees. Even so, everyone was demoralized by the news that the Huntingham suburbs were almost completely occupied.
âIs anything being built as we move to the rear?â
âIs there room for reinforcements to come inâ¦?â
A quiet whisper spread through the procession. Annette looked pale and pensive. Her thoughts kept coming to her without trying to remember, but it was inevitable.
âI wonder if heâs okay.â
She was worried about the Commander-in-Chief of this country, and her own person.
No matter how competent Heiner was, the difference between the Commander-in-Chiefâs individual abilities and the military power of different nations was another matter.
âHey.â
Someone whispered nearby. Annette turned her head to the side. A weak-looking nurse widened her eyes and asked.
âIâm sorry, have you heard anything about this newsâ¦â¦â¦..?â
ââ¦What?â
âWell, about the subsequent operation, or the news about the reinforcementsâ¦â¦â¦â¦?â
Annette looked puzzled.
It was odd to ask a military nurse about such military secrets. But the other person seemed convinced that Annette knew something.
âHow would I know such a thing?â
âBut.â
âI donât know anything. I havenât heard anything, sorry.â
âOh, yes. â¦â¦. â¦â¦â¦..â
The woman slurred her words in disappointment. Then another nurse, walking beside her, poked the woman in the waist with her elbow and said.
âHey, why are you asking her that?â
âNo, she might know.â
âSometimes you can tell. Excuse me.â
She heard the woman mumbling. Annette pretended not to hear and walked with her head, looking straight ahead.
In the distance, the sounds of gunfire and shells continued constantly. Even though the sounds were now as familiar as everyday life, they were still chilling.
As they continued walking, they began to see other refugees. The remaining residents of Huntingham seemed to be evacuating further back.
It was getting late in the evening. Everyone was completely exhausted. When the sky was completely dark, the group stopped moving and prepared shelters.
The soldiers who had followed the transport continued to exchange signals in front of the communicator. Annette, who was spreading a blanket, glanced at them with anxious eyes.
âThis is Eagle Six, I want you to take a look at the situation. Thatâs all.â
âSentry, can you hear me? Stop moving and stand by. Over.â
The othersâ whispered chatter mingled among the hard, rigid voices.
âThey say thereâs a minefield in front of us and itâs slowing down our movement.â
âStill, I heard that the Northern Group forces succeeded in stopping them, so there is hope, isnât there?â
âThey say the French bombers are dropping bombs on the mainland againâ¦â¦â¦â¦â
Even though she tried not to listen, the news of the war was still coming into her ears. Annette sat curled up in a corner, tightly wrapped in a blanket.
It was uncomfortable, cold, and hard, but she had no other choice. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. It was the easiest way to escape in this situation.
At that moment, someoneâs words came into her ears.
âThey say bombers flew into Cynthia. I hear the city is in complete ruinsâ¦â