Tag 'Em
A coroner curse recalls a friend and fallen warrior.
Nurse Falwell Corton walked the halls of the hospital. He took in his last bit of energy drink and clutched the dog tags of a lance corporal who didn’t make it home in a flag draped box to Dover, Delaware. The jingling of the metal resounded in his mind and caused him to recall the IED that exploded when their humvee had been struck.
He was there with the Marine until life slipped from him. Now, back in Delaware himself, he journeyed to his next assignment which was similarly grim. He tagged the bodies in the morgue. He felt professional.
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