CHAPTER SEVENTEENCash
May 7, 2016
Ten miles from the COP, our combat outpost, my battle buddy Sinclair and I have orders to scope out possible landmines in the area. We’re part of the Explosive Ordnance Disposal unit, or EOD. The sergeant wanted to move the COP closer to the mountains to help keep people healthy with the cooler temperatures. Sinclair and I separate and move in opposite directions. A rustling noise in the desert brush stops me in my tracks at first, then I follow the sound. I see her curled up next to the tree covered in dust and sand. She is wearing some kind of long canvas shirt and torn pants. It seems like she has been there a while and looks as if she is dying, with pale skin that has yellowed around her eyes. She is dirty and pretty banged up and as I slowly get clo
