All language subtitles for 01x05_Episode.5_Our.Girl

- Come back to me.
- I will.

- Why can't you just be my mate!
- Because I love you!

How did you propose to your wife?

You're married and you didn't think to say?

We've split up.

Molls, I'm going to give you something now

and no strings attached.

You've ruined everything.

You do not bring personal
into the battlefield.

- Is that understood?
- You did.

Am I going to die?

Move!

Bashira.

She's safe.

Not any more.

Two Cat A urgent medivac required.

Where are they?

Get to the hospital.

Molly?

- Jackie, what's happening? Where are they?
- Calm down...

Boss man?

Is he going to be all right?

I've got to go.

Smurf!

- He died in the MERT!
- What?

They had to resuscitate him twice.

- We're going to lose him.
- No. He's going to be all right.

- What have I done, what have I done?
- It weren't your fault.

No.

It was you and the Boss's.

- ... down!
- Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

How come I wasn't hit, sir?

When Badrai got out of that
truck firing, why wasn't I hit?

I should have been hit, not them.

I'd do anything to make
sure they were all right.

I'd swap places in a flash.

I'd like you to have
a chat with the doctor.

- Can you sort that, Corporal?
- Sir.

I'm not mad, sir.

I'm just saying that if it
was me and not them, then

everything would be all right.

- I shouldn't have got involved.
- Involved?

If I hadn't got involved with Bashira,

then the Boss and Smurf would be fine

- and I wouldn't have had to kill anyone.
- They're going to be fine.

How do you know that?

Exactly!

The others are about to get some scoff.

I think you should join them.

I'll go and find someone to

- square Smurf and the Boss's kit away.
- I'll do it.

OK,

get it itemised, get it over
to the QM's department ASAP

so they can get it on
the freight to the UK.

And make sure you sanitise it.

We don't want Mrs James finding
an unexpected stash of porn, do we?

Wow, nearly didn't recognise you.

It's me.

You look like a teacher!

- I am a teacher.
- I should be a detective.

So, you're off to Cyprus now.

Yeah, that's it.

Decompression then normalisation.

Doesn't feel very normal
at the moment, though.

It will do.

Takes a long time. But one day...

... everything feels normal again.

Do you think Bashira's found "normal" yet?

She will do. One day.

Please, Qaseem. Will
you find out where she is

and go and see her? Just let
me know that she's all right.

Will you do that for me?

Please, Qaseem. Just this one thing.

I know that if you promise
me you'll do it, you will.

Cos you're a decent bloke.

Goodbye,

Molly Dawes.

'Man down! Man down!'

'Hold your fire... '

There you go.

You're a gent.

There ain't many of us
left, as me grandad says.

Don't fancy a dip in the sea, no?

I can't really swim.

But don't tell that lot
of piss-taking tossers.

How'd you get in the
Army if you can't swim?

Pulled a sickie that day.

There's people here you
can talk to, you know.

I'm talking to you.

You know what I'm talking about.

I just want to go home. This is pointless.

It's decompression.

If we were complete I'd understand.
But we ain't, we're two down.

Look, I know you're pretty
loved up by him, but...

he's in the best possible hands.

Oh, come on, it was a bit obvious.

What?

You and Smurf.

Thank God HE's going to be all right.

What do you mean by that?

You said thank God he's going to
be all right, like the Boss ain't.

The Boss is going to
have to have an operation.

Why?

There's been complications.

Is that bad?

It's not good, Dawes.

But at least you've got Smurf.

There's only one thing worse than
not having your parents turn up,

and that's your parents turning up.

Molls

- Molly!
- Right on cue!

I been worried sick about you.

I'm back now.

Aw... you've come back to me.

- Nan!
- Nan hired a Corsa for us to get here.

Nice of her, isn't it, eh?

She hasn't driven for 20
years and she was shit then.

It's confidence shattering
having him sitting next to me.

Seriously, Molls, he's in
the back on the way home.

Can you come home before
barracks so I can look after you?

I'm not coming straight back, Mum.

I've got to go to the hospital
and see Smurf and that.

Oh...

Birmingham.

Well, we'll drop you off, then.

Well, come here!

You can't even drive,
mate, so wind your neck in!

I also can't fly a plane

but if I'm being rocked
about like I'm on a waltzer...

I asked you to marry me on
a waltzer, didn't I, Belinda?

Yeah, just before I spewed my guts up.

Was that cos of the
waltzer or the question?

I'll pay for the petrol, Nan.

Don't be so daft. Your dad can.

You tight old mare.

Right, come on, fellas, double it up.

Where's Dawesy gone?

Probably gone to make herself
beautiful for the journey!

For you we'd be waiting a week, Fingers.

- You saying I'm a minger, boss?
- I'm saying, have a look in the mirror. Now on!

I happen to know I'm beautiful, me.

Birmingham ain't far, is it?

You can just drop me off at a
station if you want, I don't mind.

It's fine.

Yeah, we'll take you.

You must be tired. And you've
got your uniform on and all that.

Most people don't hate us, Mum.
Some people actually appreciate us.

And they don't mind you
going straight to Birmingham?

No, I asked. It's because
I'm the medic. I'm allowed.

You were never one for
rules and regulations, eh?

He's in theatre.

The Boss.

What's happening?

The first operation last week
doesn't seem to have done the trick.

He got rushed in to
theatre about an hour ago.

You've come just in time.

Is it that bad?

The next 12 hours are apparently...

You know.

So the nurses have said.

He's a fighter.

Some things you just can't fight.

Smurf, I'm sorry.

I understand if you hate me.

Shut up.

How are you doing?

I got a lucky escape.

Hmm... not that lucky.

The scars will heal.

Smurf, I know it's all my fault.

I guess you can't help your feelings
any more than I can help mine.

Nothing happened between me and the Boss.

I mean nothing actually happened.

It didn't need to, did it?

- If I could have my time again...
- What?

- Seriously, what would you do different?
- All of it.

I'd do everything differently.

But you'd still love the Boss.

What would you do different?

You know.

What?

I'd call you after that night.

Who knows how things
could have panned out then.

He's going to be in theatre a long time.

Why don't you go and rest?

I promised myself I'd
wait here. I'll wait here.

OK.

How is he?

It was an emergency operation.

No-one expected this latest bleed.

We'll be monitoring
him throughout the night

- and let's see where we are in the morning.
- Thank you.

Now go and get some sleep.

I'm not going anywhere.

Nor me.

He looks bad.

You can't tell.

Do you want your ring back?

- You might need it when...
- Shut your cake hole.

Sorry.

How did you know we were here?

I'm not sure you are. Morphine.

Well, I'm drug free,
and I can see you, so...

I guess I must be here.

Smurf?

- I'm drug free too, Boss.
- Are you?

Are you talking about
hospital drugs? Oh, yeah,

I'm full to bursting with them.

Can't give me enough.

I dunno what I was thinking, Boss,

I lost control.

We all did.

Taught me I'm no soldier.

I'm proud to have served
alongside you, Smurf.

Anyway,

I'm not missing the hospital breakfast.

You going?

I've seen the Boss.

I'm outta here.

How are you feeling?

You're going to be all right.

Hello, scamp.

Mum! Mum! They didn't rub it off!

They didn't rub it off!

This is someone who helped
Daddy in Afghanistan.

- I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her.
- Yeah, sorry about that.

You're funny!

What I mean is she saved my life.

I would have bled out if it
weren't for her prompt actions.

- I better go.
- Oh, don't go on my account.

I... I better go.

It's good to see you, Dawes.

Ditto.

I thought it was you.

I saw you from the car park.

Have you seen him?

He's going to be all right. I promise.

She's saved me twice
now, haven't you, Dawesy?

Put that bloody phone down,

you'll affect the hospital
machines and what not.

That's bollocks, Mum.

Like having phones in planes.
Doesn't do anything, they just

don't want people talking
away and annoying each other.

Guess what?

They're on their way.

Smurfy!

Where is he? Where's old "sick note"?

Dawesy.

Oh, no, you're only allowed
two visitors at a time.

We're war heroes. No rules!

I know what you're going
to say. And fair enough,

I'll take the bollocking.

Well, you wanted to get
up here and see Smurf.

And we do have a modicum of
compassion in the British Army.

- So I ain't in trouble?
- No.

But you are coming back to
the barracks with us, though.

Understood?

How is he?

Take a look!

Well, you know he's been
through a lot on tour.

- Understandable he...
- We all know what he did.

We all respond to
contact in different ways.

I just want to make sure there
are no repercussions for him.

Look, while you're all here
I might go and get a drink.

OK.

Smurfoid,

good to see you, pal.

Has Rebecca gone?

She went whilst I was on my second tour.

You know what I mean.

I wasn't very good at the life she wanted.

What life was that?

Settled, I guess.

Not so good at that.

Always preferred being on tour,

living out of a bergen.

The Army is all I've ever known, it's...

all I've ever wanted.

I'm sorry.

Until I met you.

I've still got Afghan grime in my hair.

I don't think I could have
actually lived with myself

if I'd managed to get you killed.

It wasn't your fault.

I was the officer.

I failed you.

And the rest of the platoon.

You didn't fail anybody.

I'm resigning my commission.

It happened on my watch.

What are you going to do?

I'm not sure.

What I do know is

there's nothing in our way any more.

We don't have to wait out.

Parade!

By the left... quick march!

Parade... halt!

By the right... turn!

Step!

Front!

Stand at... ease.

Stand easy!

Parade formed up.

Ready for inspection and
presentation of medals, sir.

Proud day for my section.

Our CO,

Captain James, injured on tour,

wrote up a member of our section

for an honour six months ago

after an extraordinary act of courage.

Private Dawes has been recognised

on the operational honours and awards list

for her bravery and valour on Op Herrick.

Private Dylan Smith was injured

and with no regard to her personal safety,

she put his life ahead of her own.

To save a life whilst being
willing to sacrifice your own,

is above and beyond the call of duty.

Her Majesty The Queen

has found it fitting

to award Private Dawes

the Military Cross.

Here you are, Molls. We have so
got to come to the Palace with you.

Oh, mate, put me down for a bit of that.

We'll have to grab ourselves one of
them swanky stretch limos, eh, Molls?

Mansfield, we might even
get to see your doppelganger.

Doppel-ginga!

This muppet reckons he
looks like Prince Harry.

About as much as I look like Duchess Kate!

I am the proudest dad in the
whole world right now, fellas.

- My little girl...
- Just drop the bullshit now, yeah?

That's it, all right. I
don't want to hear any more!

How was what I even did heroic?

- You deserve it, Molls.
- Course she did.

You heard what that captain had to say.

Yeah, from his hospital bed!

Valour and all that.

Bravery on the battlefield.

Oh, here she is!

You're a chip off of the
old block, ain't ya, Molls?

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Isn't she brilliant?

What was that?

It's just an e-mail, Nan, relax.

Smurf?

What?

Nothing.

Come on, it's bloody something.

It's just a friend of mine from Afghan.

Soldier?

No, he's a teacher at a university.

They got a university
in Af-bleeding-ganistan?

Bet they don't have to
pay nine grand to go there!

He's looking after a little friend of mine.

Well, he's trying to...

Oh, why is nothing ever simple, Nan?

What is it?

Come on,

tell your nan.

- I'm going for a run.
- Tell me first.

We got this little girl
into a safe house in Kabul.

My friend was trying to see her

and when he finally got permission
he found out she'd been moved.

Now he's got to start the process over.

I'm sure she'll be all right.

Are you? Cos I sure as hell
haven't got a bloody clue!

It's tearing me apart, Nan.

Why?

Because I might've ruined her
life. I might have even killed her.

Kabul is so dangerous...

I'm going for a run, Mum.

What, round here? You're brave.

Course you are, you're in
the Army! Got medals for it.

I might run up to Stratford
and run round that park there.

She's going stir crazy.

Just crazy, Nan.

Maybe they can sort us out a double room.

What, you cracking up an' all?

You'd have to be insane not to
crack up with the life I've had.

Oh, fuck me, the coven
taking the piss again.

- Oh, yeah.
- Actually, I'm thinking of doing an Iron Man next year.

- What's one of them?
- Running, cycling, swimming, endurance thing.

Once I've pumped up the tyres on me
bike I'm going to be full-time on it.

I'd do anything to get into
shape for the woman I love.

Put her down, it's quite vomit inducing.

Did you say you're going out, Molly?

I'm going for a run.

Why, are you coming?

Starting tomorrow.

Can you get us some rolling papers?

I've got some change upstairs.

Nah, it's all right. I've
got 14 grand in the bank.

- Deployment money.
- Get us some baccy an' all, then!

Here, I might get you to buy
me a new Beemer, eh, Molls, eh?!

You'll remember your old man
when you're flashing the cash, eh?

Not long now and that'll
all be luxury houses.

What, round here?!

They might have marble worktops

but they've still got to look out
the window and see you in your pants.

I've been over there. West Ham.

Told them you've come home a hero.

They said they want you as
a guest of honour... plus one.

Me.

Football?

Do it for Daddy, Molls.

I can't afford to go else.

All you got to do is walk around the pitch.

No!

Nip over there. Bloke called Ben.
He'll show you what you got to do.

- No, Dad!
- There's a free meal and everything!

And I'll get to meet my heroes.

♪ Paolo Di Canio, Paolo Di Canio ♪

♪ Paolo Di Canio! ♪

Excuse me...

You dropped this.

You want to buy...

- Two, one, go!
- Come on.

Quick. Move. Mum said upstairs.

Give me that back! It's
not fair. Give it back.

What's the matter with them
bits of cheese you've cut off?

- Don't like the end bits.
- It's Cheddar, it ain't got any end bits!

There's people in the world that
would be grateful for that cheese!

Some people that are trying to
survive in places so frightening...

Hello.

'Qaseem, it's me.'

Molly Dawes.

'I'm sorry to call you... I
just wanted to talk to you.'

Did you get my e-mail?

Yeah. What's happened?

'I'm trying to track her down.

The authorities say that they moved her

from the first house

because she was in danger.'

Qaseem, we have to find her. We
have to make sure she's safe.'

How the hell do we do that?

You deserve another medal
for tackling this kitchen.

There was a lump of Marmite
under that window that

I swear was there before I went on tour.

Well, I'm such a slovenly madam.

I'm dying, Mum.

What are you saying?

What you talking about, Moll?

- Don't be daft.
- I'm not a hero.

What?

I dunno whether what I done
in Afghan was good or bad.

I'm just worried that I put that
little girl's life in danger.

What little girl?

I killed her father.

What have they done to you, Molly?

I'll look after you, baby.
I'll always look after you.

- You're with your family now.
- I had her taken away from her family, Mum.

I just need to know that she's all right.

It's all got to have been
for something hasn't it, Mum?

Yeah, well, you're home
now, you're with me.

I dunno what I was thinking,
Mum. It just all seemed possible.

Everything just seemed possible on tour.

And coming home is like...

coming home is like waking up.

Oh, Molly.

You look beautiful

You don't look too shabby yourself.

Even with a limp.

Especially with a limp.

It's cute.

I can see it's a nice place.

The restaurant?

No, Bath and that.

Yes... Yeah, it is.

So are you going to stay here then, Boss?

Charles.

Charles?

Are you smirking?

No.

What's so fucking hilarious about Charles?

What are you going to do? Call me
Boss Man for the rest of our lives?

- A bit previous there, weren't you?
- Well...

it's chemistry.

I failed that.

Well, you know what I mean.

Do you want me to choose for you?

No.

So are you going to stay in Bath then...

Charles?

I've got some rehab at
Headley Court and then...

yeah...

back here for a bit.

There's worse places
to be holed up, I guess.

Thanks.

Cheers.

So how's being back home?

Coping?

Well, obviously it's a different
ball bag with you and that

but being back with my parents...

I just can't sit still.

I can't get a calmness in my night.

It just feels wrong.

Has your CO been in touch?

He forwards me on MOD trials and

things that I might be interested in.

They want to keep you in.

- What about you?
- Nah,

I don't think sitting behind a desk is

- my kind of bag.
- Ooh, not half.

Sitting behind a desk does
my head in ever since school.

There you go.

Kinship is just as
undeniable as the difference.

- Whatever.
- I mean...

maybe we're more alike than we know.

That was obvious from being on tour.

Did you just wipe cabbage on my hand?

I didn't want to soil the napkin.

What happened on tour...

I know I failed you...

I failed myself.

You're not to blame, Molly.

It all just fell to shit.

I hear Afghan when I
shut my eyes to sleep and

- when I wake up...
- You think you're back there.

I don't know.

I don't know where I am.

I'm all over the shop.

Which roles has your CO sent you?

It doesn't matter.

I thought I saw one about...

mentoring Afghan medics.

- Don't you want me to stay with you?
- I want you to be brilliant.

What does that even mean?

Well, it means...

I love you.

You don't know me. You
only know the me on tour.

You can only see the tip of an iceberg,

but you still know it's an iceberg.

Are you calling me an iceberg?

Well, I'd be on that plane
with you, given half the chance.

You think I should go.

I don't think you've got a choice.

You're part way through a journey.

I'm looking for something.

I'm just crapping myself
at what I might find.

And you're not going to
find it stuck here with me.

Driving me back and forth to rehab.

I can't drive.

I'm all right. Thank you.

I've been desperate to kiss you

since we first kissed.

My parents are at Lake Garda.

The house is empty.

What's funny?

- There is nothing funny about that.
- It's just the way you said it,

like you were desperate to lure me back.

Well, did it work?

Well, I thought I was going to
have to go halves on a Travelodge.

What is it?

What did we have on our first ever date?

- Wimpy on the Barking Road.
- Exactly.

- Ice cream floaters!
- Yes!

Door!

What is it, kittens?

How do you work that one out?

What is it, then?

Who ordered that?

Here,

- did you order anything, Mother?
- Relax dad. It's for me.

Right, come on you sad
Welsh twat. Where are you?

We are going to Vegas, for a laugh.

How much are the flights, then?

I dunno. It's a bit confusing.

Like 700 odd quid by the looks of it.

That's for economy.
We're not going economy.

Hark at you.

Premium economy, a grand and a bit.

Five grand for Upper Class.

That's a bit more like us, innit?

- No.
- Come on! My treat!

You ain't spending that
amount of dough on flights.

I'll go with you instead, Smurf.

Seriously, mate, you'll have
a lot better time with me.

Thanks, Dad.

Do they really call it
"Upper Class"? That's sick.

Yeah, they might as well call
the other two Middle Class

and Lower Class and just be done!

Well, I'm booking Upper Class.

I've got loads of money to get rid of.

This screen's really doing my nut in.

You might be going to need glasses.

Oh, don't say that! Do you reckon?

- You getting headaches, Smurf?
- Yeah!

Well, that's it, then.

- You need glasses.
- Jeez, what's next?

- Grey pubes?
- Ha, ha! She's got them, ain't you, Belinda!?

Try them.

You'd look all right in specs.

Fucking cockneys!

You just see them on the telly
all the time and I dunno...

I could never get tired of being in one!

A black taxi?

Yeah, I can't stand London

but I love buses and black cabs.

You have to pay, you know.

I've got loads of money.

No class, mind!

That's true.

Not long now, Molls, and you'll be
in there hobnobbing with them all.

I don't think you sit round having a cuppa.

Will you mention me? To Her Majesty?

Yeah, I'll tell her what
a prize pranny you are.

For Queen and country.

That's what it's all been about, Moll.

Will you stay in?

Only till I'm better.

I've got to go and see a psychiatrist.

Really?

Yeah, I mentioned I been having
these dreams... real vivid.

Do you know what I mean?

About Afghan?

Yeah.

Reliving it every night.

Wake up and the bed's soaking.

I've got to talk it all
through with someone.

We're all fragged.

How can we not be?

What are you going to do after you leave?

My uncle's got a garage in Merthyr.

He's going to fix me up
to do an apprenticeship.

To be honest, I only joined
up because of my brother.

I don't want to put me
mum through another tour.

Yeah, it's probably a good call.

I dunno if I'm ready to quit yet.

You're still bloody
coming to Vegas with me.

Especially after I
splashed out on that dress.

How did you know what size I was?

I asked my mum.

Yeah, I am bloody coming to Vegas with you.

As my best mate.

As your best mate.

More than happy with that.

I know you've set your sights a bit
above wife of mechanic in Merthyr.

I've got something that will impress you.

Oh...

Oh, ho, ho.

OK,

I'm a bit impressed!

I'm a war hero. Apparently.

Imagine standing out here in front of
30 odd thousand people on a match day.

I haven't said I'll do it yet.

You've got to.

- Besides, I've only got to walk around the edge.
- Ah,

people love soldiers nowadays. Go for it.

My dad's keen cos he gets a free ticket!

He's proud of you.

I dunno... I just don't
feel like a hero and...

I find it all a bit embarrassing.

You saved me and your local
club wants to honour you.

Don't let them down.

There's a big life ahead and you
might not get another opportunity.

It is a big life ahead, isn't it?

Yes, mate.

You got to run at life like
you're running into the unknown...

cos that is what you're doing, I suppose.

You never know what's round the corner.

It could be a cliff, could be a...

I dunno. Just ignore me.

Everything's going to work out for you,

I know it.

If I ever buy a car, can I come
to Merthyr and have a free service?

Hm... mates' rates.

Not free. Don't push it.

And the Smurfoid takes on one man,

beats another and... shoots!

Goooaaal!

Bingo! Goal! West Ham 0, Newport 3!

Smurf, what are you doing?

Smurf?

Sometimes I dream he's still alive and

I wake up and I wonder if somebody's dead.

Smurf, what's the matter?

Smurf, I can't understand a
word of what you're saying...

Smurf, Smurf, talk to me.
Where does it hurt, Smurf?

Smurf, talk to me, OK.

Don't do this, don't fucking do this!

Someone get me an ambulance!

Smurf, just stay with me, all right.

Smurf, talk to me.

Smurf.

Smurf...

Smurf...

"Every morning when I wake,

Dear Lord, a little prayer I make,

O please do keep Thy lovely eye

On all poor creatures born to die.

And every evening at sun-down

I ask a blessing on the town,

For whether we last the night

or no I'm sure is always touch-and-go.

We are not wholly bad or good

Who live our lives under Milk Wood

And Thou, I know, wilt be the first

To see our best side, not our worst.

O let us see another day!

And bless us all this night, I pray,

And to the sun we all will bow

And say goodbye

but just for now."

I gave the Army my boys.

And they gave me back a flag.

How are you doing?

I feel so sad.

How did it go unnoticed?

It was such a tiny bleed in his brain...

that sometimes things are so
small that you don't notice them.

Apparently the stress of his shooting

could have made the haemorrhage worse.

Who knows?

I knew he wasn't right.

He wasn't himself.

I just thought he was nervous and

fragged like the rest of us.

I didn't realise it was... serious.

If there's anything I can ever do...

Have you got a TARDIS?

I've taken your advice.

I've got a short tour.

Afghan?

You need to sort it out.

Your world, and everything in it.

OK?

'You're nearly there.'

So you think I'm crazy too, then?

The rest of us are heading out
of here... you've come back!

I'm training Afghan medics.

So I'll be back in Nuneaton
and you'll be in Kabul.

Exactly.

You take care, for God's sake!

It just feels right.

They used to talk about the "golden hour",

how we as medics had the
first hour to treat the patient

to intervene to save their lives.

Now the talk is of the
"platinum ten minutes",

and if you think about the
narrow window of opportunity

it kind of highlights the need
for prompt action in the field

in order to minimise the loss
of limb or life in Afghanistan.

'I've found her.'

I want to see her, then.

Please, Molly, it can never happen.

Yes, it can. I've been
excused the VIP lunch.

- We've got two hours.
- Then we sit here and talk.

Qaseem, don't do this to me. Let's go.

She is fine. We have moved
her into a safe place.

Good. I look forward to seeing it.

You don't have to compromise your
safety to see what I am telling you.

Yes, I do. Please, come on.

I'll go on my own, Qaseem.
You know that, don't you?

Yes.

You couldn't have just written
to her like any normal person?

I ain't a normal person,
Qaseem. You know that.

This is true.

I'm giving you my 14 grand deployment money

so that she can have an education and
everything that she needs to have a life.

Besides, I know you won't spend
it on wine, women and song.

I like a nice song.

You will look after her for me, won't you?

The guards know me.

I will tell them you are my wife.

Can't I just be your
glamorous younger sister?

The children do lessons in the morning

and then they come into
that courtyard there.

When they arrive, we walk out...

I talk to the guards.

You have one minute with Bashira

and then back in the car.

OK, the children are coming.

I will open the door for you.

- How are you?
- Hi.

You well? Good to see
you... This is my wife.

We have just come to see Bashira.
Just for a few moments. Go.

What, you're not going to talk to her?

Look at her, Qaseem.

Bashira.

Molly!

Right, listen up.

Stay alert, stay focused, stay alive.

Disasters happen when
we are not 100% on it.

We lose lives through
catastrophic bleeding.

Our actions in the first few moments

will either save a life or lose a life.

You are the most important
people on the ground.

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