Ye Olde Scot the Celtic culture channel - A Celtic Christmas story

Ye Olde Scot - the Celtic culture channel.
A Celtic Christmas story
By Jeff McDonald
Padraig O'Donnell fell in love with a young Scottish nurse named Helen while healing in a British hospital during world war I. He had found himself fighting for a country he despised, but despite what you have heard the enemy of my enemy isn't always your friend.
Sometimes a greater evil comes around and starts pushing its weight around and all those things you thought were so important go to the wayside, and you must focus on it. So that's what Padraig did, he focused on being a good soldier. It didn't take long for his obvious talents for bloody mayhem to become evident, and his superiors took notice. Again and again, he was put in increasingly dangerous situations and he always came out smelling like a rose. That is until the day that rose got trimmed, poor Padraig had survived numerous dangerous missions and ends up getting shot in the ass by a nervous private fresh off the boat.
Padraig was shipped off to Britain for surgery and to recuperate, and sure enough, if his luck wasn't bad enough the war ends while he is laid up. The date was November 11, 1918, and while others were celebrating he was face down having a bullet dug out of his ass that was dangerously close to his spine. Last thing he remembers before surgery was a tune on the radio.
His luck would turn around though, Mrs. Burnside was his personal nurse during the day and Mrs. Eagleton was his nurse at night. Both women would have to fight for the title of the ugliest woman in Britain, he thought. but at least they were nice, that was until he met them, from then his constant torture seemed to be what the doctor ordered. That was until three weeks before Christmas when his nurses were removed and replaced by Helen MacDonald a beautiful nurse from the isle of Skye in Scotland. At first sight of her, he fell in love, and then with the way she took such gentle care of him he fell even further. She spoke to Padraig like a friend, she would keep him distracted with an errand button undone so he would not feel the pain of having his dressing removed. She knew her feminine ways and how to use them to her benefit, but there was something in her eyes as well, he was growing on her. As the wounded were being shipped off to their perspective homes across the British Isles, the hospital infirmary became increasingly empty except for poor Padraig. Then as the nursing staff needed less it ended up being only poor Helen to care for her only patient. Lying in his bed waiting for Helen to come to care for him he turns on the radio.