The Marines Laughed at the Quiet Nurse — Until Their Sniper Went Down and She Picked Up His Rifle
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Chapter 14 / 28
PART 14
“Where’s Vance?”
“Back at command, losing his mind into a radio.”
Of course he was.
I looked toward the rocks.
The enemy had the high ground and a clean angle down the road.
This was not luck.
This was design.
Then I saw Weston.
He was on his side near the lead vehicle.
One hand still gripping his rifle case.
Blood spreading across his shoulder.
I crawled to Weston through gravel and smoke.
His eyes found mine.
“Doc,” he rasped, “tell me you can fix arrogant.”
“Not with what’s in my bag.”
He tried to laugh and coughed.
His rifle lay half under the vehicle.
The M110.
May you like
Optic clean.
Mount corrected.
