He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

started as a joke. I was a corpsman, compact enough that equipment looked like it was wearing me and stubborn enough to make men twice my size listen when they were bleeding and scared and trying to tell me they were fine. Then enough nights passed. Enough gloves came off dark and wet. Enough pulses steadied under my fingertips and enough didn’t. After continue reading …