I buttoned my shirt back up, fingers steady through sheer force of will. “Deployment, sir. Before I enlisted.”
“You weren’t deployed. You’re a new recruit.”
“I was deployed as a civilian contractor, sir. Three years ago. Kabul.”
I watched understanding dawn on his face, followed by something I hadn’t expected: recognition.The Memory
I could see him working backward through his memory, connecting pieces he’d never thought to connect. Finally, he spoke, his voice different now—quieter, careful.
“The supply depot attack. 2019.”