Chapter 12 - My Soldiers Visit Without Weapons
A week later, Marcus visited me with three soldiers from my unit.
No rifles.
No tactical gear.
No dramatic convoy.
Just people I had served beside.
Captain Lena Ortiz brought terrible hospital coffee.
Sergeant First Class Webb brought flowers clearly chosen by someone
else.
Specialist Harris stood awkwardly near the door.
I laughed.
“What?”
He looked embarrassed.
“Ma’am, everybody back home is angry.”
“I know.”
“Some people are saying if they’d been there—”
I cut him off.
“No.”
He stopped.
“We don’t answer misconduct with vigilantism.”
Marcus nodded.
That was the lesson I needed my soldiers to hear.
Uniforms did not place anyone above law.
Not Decker’s.
Not mine.
The command would support me.
The investigators would investigate.
The courts and appropriate authorities would decide what followed.
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My soldiers had survived enough chaos overseas.
I would not bring home another version of it.
