Whatever!

I walked into the patients room with my colleague at my side and noticed that only one of the six beds was taken. I looked at Matt and he just shrugged his shoulders. We walked up to the only patient in the room and asked him what was wrong? Brushing aside the single tear going down his face, he pointed at the TV screen which showing the news. It was a news cast about the war in Iraq and how the death toll of Metis Canadians had just reached 25,000. I asked the man why didn't the soldiers come to the hospital for help? He tried to explain his culture to me, but I was too thick skulled to make sense of it. There was talk of injured soldiers going back home for spiritual healing before going for physical healing to hospitals. Matt just looked at me and shrugged. I started ranting about the irresponsibility of those that died needlessly and blamed the stupidity of the war. Why would they travel all the way to Canada and then back to Iraq for treatment. I don't even know if this hospital is in Iraq or Canada. How come Matt and I are taking care of sick soldiers? What the hell is going on? Matt shrugged his shoulders.