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No protection you provide
How leaving leaves you
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David Harlann had spent 14 years as a field medic. The horrors of mangled bodies and shot-off limbs were commonplace to him. Just another Tuesday strewn with blood. Those who started with him had moved on. They wanted to use the experience as an impressive line on their CV, or to run a triage unit. David, though, didn’t know what he wanted. He just… stayed.
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Thank you for your kind comment! So glad you liked it! All the best!
That last line really hits, George. Well done!