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

automatically. “Just Laura.”

“Bullshit.” Colonel Andrew Mercer’s laugh was dry as desert sand. “You can take the woman out of the Army, but you can’t take the Army out of the woman. I need you, Laura. The base needs you.”

We’d talked for two hours that night. He told me about the new generation of medics—kids, really, barely old enough to buy beer, being continue reading …