(Editor’s note: Gary Evans writes works of fiction, including this story.)

As an Army unit surgeon, my eyes have seen so much. At times, I have trouble sleeping; my thoughts are only about saving lives.

I finished my residency in Atlanta. For five years, I have been a partner in a general practice located in Kennesaw, Georgia. I just received my draft notice. It will be hard leaving my wife and two small children. I understand my country needs me, but so does my family.

With no choice, I am to report to duty, arriving at Fort Bragg for additional trauma training. I have been a practicing surgeon for the past four years. I have seen things, but I am not prepared for what is before me. I am not sure where I am going, but it’s either Europe or the Pacific — we are fighting a two-front war. I enter the war as Major Dwight Evans, 34, in the Medical Corp.

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