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she recognized all the outward signs of inner turmoil.  Being both a victim and a survivor, she also understood suffering.  She might not have had the same experiences these kids had, but pain was universal.  A bleeding heart feels the same no matter the circumstances surrounding it. 
    Everything from the teenager’s attire to their actions and attitudes was a reflection of emotional misery.  Despite the well-placed metaphorical masks covering their faces, eyes can never be concealed. The slashes across their souls were open and raw for the world to see if it bothered to look.
    She shivered at the intensity creasing Sean’s brow.  It was the only physical reaction he had to the incident.  Holding five folders in his big, strong hands, he silently thumbed through them until he found the one he was looking for.  He scanned it quickly, then turned his eyes on the boy who had not been able to keep his hands to himself.  Once he had made eye contact, Blythe watched with bated breath as Camp Semper Fi’s leader slowly walked over and stood toe to toe with the offender.  Sean towered a good six inches over the teenager, forcing him to crane his head backwards.
    In a low yet commanding tone, he said, “State your name, camper.”
    Defiantly, the boy flipped up the collar of his well-worn if ill-fitting leather jacket.  Despite the warm temperatures, he wasn’t sweating.  His voice was cavalier.  “You got papers on me, Pops.  I don’t got to answer no questions.”
    Blythe cringed inwardly.  She barely knew the powerful soldier standing before them.  One blind date and a couple of brief exchanges didn’t tell her who he really was, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out. 
    Sean took a step backwards before speaking again.  “Okay, Leather, apologize to Butterfly.”
    It took Blythe a moment to register what her marine was doing.  Her marine? When had she gotten so possessive? Probably the moment Nurse Nightingale had practically pushed her boobs in his face at roll call.  Blythe shook her head and refocused her attention on the girl whose derriere had been smacked.  She was wearing a pretty, shimmering butterfly clip in her hair.  It was in direct contrast to the drab, tattered clothes hanging off her slumped shoulders.  Sean was giving them nicknames.  What was it Shelly had said? Everybody gets a nickname at summer camp.  It’s fun.  It’s tradition.
    Leather didn’t look like he was having fun.
    “Yo man, what kind of bullshit name is that? I’m Rocky Hernandez, and I ain’t apologizing to her.  Besides, Butterfly’s used to getting that ass blistered.”
    Blythe could tell the young man was pleased with himself for throwing one of Sean’s nicknames back in his face.
    Other than a slight clench of his jaw muscle, she detected no other sign of displeasure in Sean.  In her professional opinion, he was exercising a great deal of patience and restraint.  Especially for a macho military man.
    Sean’s eyes scanned the tiny group, lighting on each of their faces.  “Whatever any of you are used to out there, it won’t happen in here.”  He addressed the boy next.  “Leather, I have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to disrespectful behavior.  Especially when it’s directed at a female.  This is your last chance.”  He quickly glanced at the second folder in the stack.  “Apologize to Skyler.”
    Blythe was intrigued by Sean’s method—how he had purposely chosen to use the nickname he had assigned Rocky, but used Butterfly’s real name during this pivotal maneuver.
    “And if I don’t? What you gonna do, tough guy? Beat me to a bloody pulp like my old man does?”
    Tears stung Blythe’s eyes.
    Sean’s voice was soft but authoritative.  “No.  I’m going to do the saddest thing I’ve ever done.  Something I’ve never had to do in the history of Camp Semper Fi.”
    Everyone’s eyes grew big with expectation.
    Holding a red pen poised above Rocky’s folder,