Triage on the battlefield of life

From Wikipedia:

Triage (pronounced /ˈtriɑʒ/) is a process of prioritizing patients based on the severity of their condition. This rations patient treatment efficiently when resources are insufficient for all to be treated immediately. The term comes from the French verb trier, meaning to separate, sort, sift or select.[1] There are two types of triage: simple and advanced.[2] The outcome may result in determining the order and priority of emergency treatment, the order and priority of emergency transport, or the transport destination for the patient, based upon the special needs of the patient or the balancing of patient distribution in a mass-casualty setting.

Some days, it seems like everyone is dying. Lying wounded on the battlefield of life and gasping for breath.

Along come the doctors to decide — who lives, who dies. Who gets to wait and see.

They sift through the sheer volume of us… separating, sorting, selecting who will receive a portion of their insufficient resources.

What is our order?

What is our priority of emergency treatment?

How and when and to where shall we be transported?

Where are we going, anyway?

Truly, it seems as though all of this country is in a mass-casualty setting.

Triage continues.