Chapter 13 - Flashback To The Battlefield Where Rachel Earned Respect

My mind flashed back to a freezing mountain ridge in Eastern Europe three winters ago.
Incoming mortar shells exploded fifty yards from our underground communications bunker, shattering concrete dust everywhere.
I had stayed at the tactical console, routing encrypted evacuation codes while shrapnel pierced my shoulder.
My sergeant had handed me a makeshift bandage, telling me I was the toughest officer he had ever served under.
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I didn't need my father’s validation then, and I certainly didn't need it standing in a small-town Ohio hall.
The scars on my body were earned defending the nation, not begging for scraps at a family dinner table.
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