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car engine and over her voice. “It’s not something you did. It’s something I did. And I’m sorry, but I’m not going to explain it.”
    She watched him angrily throw himself back in the car and tear off down the street, squealing the tires as he rounded the corner. Out of her life forever.

Chapter 5
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    L uke stopped by the Rusty Scupper for a couple of beers, even though it was barely noon. He sat at the bar, staring up at the pictures of guys they’d lost. The young Marine’s picture should have been up there, but this wall was reserved for SEALs and the boat crews.
    Being a medic, he understood the symptoms of PTSD. He’d had to pull guys from the arena due to the havoc it would wreak on everyone in a stressful combat situation. And having a guy not 100% was dangerous for all the guys around him.
    He was going to speak to Kyle, his LPO, first. The last deployment had been hell on all of them. It was his first with this new team, Team 3, since he’d transferred from the East Coast just prior to their workup. His sister lived in San Diego. At first it had seemed like the change of scenery had done the trick. At first. He’d enjoyed working alongside Cooper, the tall medic who’d served with Kyle on four prior tours. In fact, all the guys in Kyle’s platoon were solid.
    The Navy knew why he’d requested a transfer. But Kyle didn’t, unless he’d read his jacket, and he doubted his LPO had found the time, since they shipped out so soon after he arrived. With the escalating signs of trouble, his memory losses, mood swings, getting lost and finding himself in places he didn’t remember traveling to, he knew Kyle would be all over him before it became a problem for all of them. He wanted to stay in. Requesting a discharge felt more like ringing the DOR bell—Drop On Request—instead of completing the BUD/S training. So if he was staying, he’d better take the initiative. He’d seen guys try to cover up their issues. It was never pretty.
    Kyle sauntered in with Cooper at his side. The handsome leader flashed him a big, toothpaste smile. Cooper bent his enormous 6’4” frame in a silent bow.
    “So, Paulsen, what can I do you for?” Kyle asked.
    Luke briefly glanced over at Cooper and then looked back at his LPO. Nobody moved. Kyle was smart and wanted another pair of ears on this conversation, meaning he’d already begun to smell something.
    “I’m wondering if I should take myself out of the rotation for a cycle.”
    “Oh, yes? Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” Kyle said as he perched on the edge of his seat.
    “I’m having trouble sleeping. I’m having the same dreams over and over again.”
    “What kind of dreams?”
    “This lady with red lips—”
    “Shit, you got that dream too?” Cooper hooted. “I’ve been married two years, and I still get that dream.”
    Luke tried to chuckle along with them. He decided to try a more direct approach so they’d take him more seriously.
    “Before my transfer I was dating this girl.” He looked up at Coop and Kyle and saw nothing register in their expressions. “Things got pretty hot and heavy, you know. I got her pregnant, so I was going to marry her. I mean, I loved her and all, but when I found out I got her pregnant, I had to marry her.”
    “Um hum,” Kyle nodded.
    “We’d gone down to Florida to visit her folks. Had a nice family weekend down there, and we told them about the engagement, figuring we’d have a little time to talk about the baby.”
    “Okay, so far I get you. So what does this have to do with you not sleeping now? Something go wrong?”
    Luke nodded his head. “I started having trouble sleeping last deployment. A real fuckin’ hellhole. We were training Afghan soldiers, and I just had this thought, this fear I couldn’t get out of my head, that this was the one that was going to get me. But I came back, and felt, you know.”
    “Survivor’s guilt,” Kyle said.
    “Yeah, some of that.”
    Luke stared down at