“I have survived worse than a stiff leg,” Sterling snarled. “I took a round through the shoulder in Garmsir and walked three klicks to the evac point. I think I can handle a chair in San Diego.”
“Garmsir,” Sarah repeated, the word rolling off her tongue with a strange familiarity.
She finally looked up. “2008. That was a bad summer.
The heat alone was killing people.”
Sterling paused, his eyes locking onto hers. “You read my file that quickly?”
“I didn’t read your file, Colonel. I know the history.”
“History Channel fan?” he mocked, though his voice was weaker now.
“Something like that.” She stood up. “Colonel, please. Put aside the ego.
You are the commander of the Dark Horse. Your men need you functional. Right now, you are a liability to yourself.”
She gestured toward the hallway.
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