A world that needs healingMature

The year is 2020 and the world is in crisis, all natural resources have been expended leaving an economy in freefall, the main population is in hysterics and war threatens to extinguish whole races off of the planet. This is the story of those who fought back, those that saved the few who could help the human race survive, survive themselves.

 The year is 2020 and the world is in crisis, all natural resources have been expended leaving an economy in free fall, the main population is in hysterics and war threatens to extinguish whole races off of the planet. This is the story of those who fought back, those that saved the few who could help the human race survive, survive themselves.

Major Leslie Kinnock, UK.

Coming out of that meeting with army officials and the like, was akin to stepping out of a war zone. I knew how that felt. I stopped an electric black cab outside the courts and took the ride back home. Car travel was something that was brought up but Lieutenant Jack McEwen, he stipulated that if allowed to, the use of electric cars would be inefficient, even with the use of renewable energies to create the power needed. He argued that the power could be much better used in lighting homes, fueling factories and in farm machinery than the common city car. I disagreed. There were many, such as myself that relied on the use of land based vehicles due to disability. Traveling on my own power to my house in the suburbs would have been torturous and highly improbable.

During the war that was waged between the US and the amalgamated eastern countries, the British forces were conscripted to tend to the wounded on the battlefields and war-torn cities where civilians were being injured daily. I was just a field doctor then, basic medical training with a kick up the behind from training in the army. During the war I was promoted eventually to Major but continued to serve in the medic tents in what once was India.

That was until the day, during regular patrols that we encountered an unexploded bomb. Being a third of all army officers in the immediate area we were to explode the bomb safely. You may have guessed it didn't happen that way. we managed to explode it alright, but a piece of loose bomb casing was catapulted into the air and my left leg was no more.

It severed bone and muscle, and but the many gods of those eastern religions I never learnt about in school, it hurt. My leg could not be saved and the daily routine of placing my leg into a prosthetic every morning served only a too blatant reminder.

Even though I was still an active member, albeit not in any form of combat, of the army, I held a job in the local hospital as a staff nurse. It was not as hectic as the battlefield yet allowed me to be challenged. I liked that.

The cab drew up close to my house.

The driver turned from his seat to me, "Just £15.80 sir."

I pulled a £20 from my posket and handed it over. "Keep the change." I picked my crutches up from the cab floor, got out, unlocked my front door and entered my home.

The End

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