They Ordered Her To Remove The Uniform—And The Tattoo Silenced The Room

your skin raw, the acrid smell of cordite hanging in the air like a death shroud, the high-pitched scream of incoming mortars, and the desperate, static-laced voices crackling over the radio. My hands, caked in drying blood that wasn’t always someone else’s. And through it all, the whispered prayer of my call sign, Aegis, a name I no longer answered continue reading …