The next morning, before sunrise, our company formed outside for another ruck march. Sarah stepped into line beside me, adjusted the straps on her pack, and settled the cover on her head.
The same hands that had once lifted it from a greasy chow hall floor were steady.
When the command to move came, sixty pairs of boots stepped forward again.
This time there was no wall to build around her.
There was only a road ahead, Captain Hale’s words folded safely in her locker, and Sarah walking into the dark with her own voice restored.
