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

had been so many. Too many.

He understood my silence. He slowly lifted the sleeve of his uniform. And there, on his forearm, barely visible beneath a newer, more elaborate tattoo of an eagle, was a scarred, crudely inked date: 07 • MAR • 09.

He was one of them. One of the twenty-three.

“My name is Sergeant Marcus Evans,” he said, his voice breaking. “I continue reading …