The Marines Laughed at the Quiet Nurse — Until Their Sniper Went Down and She Picked Up His Rifle
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PART 22
We evacuated six wounded Marines.
No deaths.
Not one.
Weston was last onto the bird.
As they lifted him, he grabbed my sleeve.
“Doc,” he whispered, “you were a SEAL?”
I leaned close.
“I was a lot of paperwork.”
He blinked.
Then laughed until the medic told him to shut up.
Back at Restitution, the entire base watched us roll in.
Captain Vance stood outside the command post, face pale, sunglasses gone.
He looked at the rifle in my hands.
Then at the men behind me.
Then at the black helicopter landing beyond the wire.
My commanding officer stepped out.
May you like
Captain Elise Marrow, Naval Special Warfare.
She walked straight to me.
