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... effort I lifted my arm and fired at two insurgents entering the clearing. Then I closed my eyes for what I thought was the last time… My eyes opened. The room was bright and there was a young nurse looking over me. When she saw my eyes, she spoke to someone behind her. “Doctor, he is awake.” A woman in a military lab coat stepped into my field of view. “Staff Sergeant Daemon, can you understand me?” “Sergeant,” I corrected, with a voice that sounded like a cheese grater on rocks. “Staff Sergeant, actually. You received a promotion while you were in the nutrient tank. I will need you to move your left arm for me.” I tried to move my left arm. It felt a little sluggish, but it responded. “Very good, now can you wiggle your toes for me?” I did as she asked. “General Tainer asked that he be notified as soon as you woke up.” She motioned to the young nurse to go make the call. “I am afraid he is going to add some more weight to your chest. How do you feel?” “I feel like someone used my throat for a grenade testing range.” “That is pretty normal. Do you think you can sit up?” I nodded and she pushed a button on my bed. The back started to rise and lifted me into a sitting position. I had no sooner gotten comfortable when the general entered the room. “Staff Sergeant, I am so glad to see you with your eyes open.” “My men?”, I asked. He smiled. “They all made it. One of them was wounded but your corporal brought him home. The rest ...

... of them stayed planet-side and had the area nearly pacified by the time backup troops arrived. It looks like you rose to the challenge. Your men are a real recon platoon and more.” “Thank you, sir.” “No, thank you. You saved my life at least twice down there, as well as the lives of my staff. As soon as you are out of this bed, we are going to pin a few more baubles on your chest, as well as several of your men’s chests.” “My dress blacks are too heavy now, sir.” He chuckled. “I suppose that means you won’t want to carry this.” He lifted a case up and sat it on my lap. When he opened it I saw a brand new Kitan Mark VII rail pistol. Most of the soldiers would give up rank to carry one of those beauties. “Sir, all I did was my duty…” “No, you did above and beyond your duty. Your duty was to establish a safe landing zone. We sent you in with the wrong equipment. We should have given you the equipment to locate the shielded bunkers. You overcame odds that should have left us dusted.” Three days later, I had a gold cluster pinned to my bravery medal, a heroics in the face of the enemy medal, and another Purple Heart pined to my chest. ********* I woke up in the hotel room. My dreams were always about my life anymore. I never got away from the fighting or the dying. I stood up from the bed and looked out the large window. Somewhere out there was my new ranch. Maybe there I could let my past rest. Maybe there I could find peace.