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“It’s just a uniform—stop acting like somebody died.” My mother said it while I held my dress-blue jacket in two pieces and my sister sipped coffee, smiling. Eleven years of ribbons lay sliced across the floor before my Pentagon interview. They called it clothing. The hallway camera called it evidence. By Friday, Callie would learn what sabotaging a soldier costs.

“It’s just a uniform—stop acting like somebody died.” My mother said it while I held my dress-blue jacket in two pieces and my sister sipped coffee, smiling. Eleven years of ribbons lay sliced across the floor before my Pentagon interview. They called it clothing. The hallway camera called it evidence. By Friday, Callie would learn what sabotaging a soldier costs.

Geekrew Originals · Aug 14, 2026 · 5K reads · 1 part · 1 min read

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