Chapter 20 - The Night Before GraduationOur barracks buzzed.

Families arriving.
Uniform inspections.
Nervous jokes.
Jordan's parents flew in.
Aunt Rebecca and Owen planned attend mine.
Dad could not.
I did not know whether relieved.
I sat on bunk staring at replacement sleeve.
Months earlier I had believed ripped sleeve ended my military future.
Instead I completed training.
Jordan asked:
“You going to wear short sleeves tomorrow under dress uniform?”
“That's not how uniform works.”
“Army has too many rules.”
“Yes.”
She looked at my arm.
“You still hate people seeing?”
“Sometimes.”
“Will that change?”
“Maybe.”
Good answer.
May you like
No forced inspiration.
Healing could be incomplete and still real.
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