Ever been eighteen and in charge of making sure bombs don't go off?
I was standing at an edge. I don’t think anyone in EOD had
ever been court marshaled. It just wasn’t done. But then EOD never
had stupid eighteen-year-old lance corporals to deal with. I would
probably be the first ever to get the axe, if for no other reason than
to send the message to the higher-ups that letting lower-ranking
kids like me into the field was a mistake. A court martial would
ripple through the EOD world like nothing else. I would lose my
top-secret clearance, which would mean that I’d be thrown out of
the field. Then, if I weren’t escorted directly into jail, I would be sent
to the jungles as a grunt, to die in some miserable swamp. But on
a deeper level, and perhaps even more personally menacing, I was
returned to the pit of childhood oppression…
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