Serving the Soldier
Forrest Greene

As a soldier, you always know that injury and death are possible, but you never think it will happen. Now I’m facing the loss of my hand and the loss of my career. Grasping at a remote chance I move to Toronto and meet Scott. We’d hooked up once before and he seems willing to overlook my physical shortcomings. I could be very happy with him, but I sense that he’s hiding something. What can it be and, whatever it is, can I accept it?