h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Long lines of wounded shuffled in, the dead unceremoniously piled in one corner. Kismet had her hands full runin between patients on the hastily-set cots that now lind the commandeered deck.

"I need more help here!" she said. "You!" pointing at a heavily armed sailor, who dropped his rifle, "you scrub yourself and plug these arteries here! Sorry, sorry, but life is running out please."

*The triage deck is filled with the scent of burnt flesh, blood and soiled fabrics. A screaming Gun Captain was helped in, his arm pulped when a cannon's recoil braces failed, slamming the 70 ton gun across the deck. Two dozen men had severe burns, and three Enginseers had limbs frozen when a liquid nitrogen coolant pipe was ruptured. A blood flecked orderly sighed with exaustion as the new wounded entered.*
[Orderly] This is hell... then again, I guess it's better than getting blown into another hulk, floating in this graveyard...