The Physical
The army nurse needs to be sure the soldier is fit for duty. Very sure.
His barked command startles me. “Private Whitehead!” I stand to attention, saluting. “Major, Sir.” “At ease.” Relaxing my shoulders, I drop my hands behind my back. Puff my chest. Wait. The army regulation tan tee is tight against my pecs, heart thudding behind it. “Follow me.” “Yes, Sir.” The major walks like time is his enemy. I keep pace, one step back as we exit the quarters and stride up the wide path alongside the m...