Insight

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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