“Freedom isn't ever free.”

DEAD DOVE WARNING FOR: THEMES OF VIOLENCE, DEATH (possibly/likely), GORE (possibly), WAR IN GENERAL.

A letter had arrived in the mailbox one afternoon. The contents detailed that Seymour, Maury's brother, was to be drafted for the Second World War. Seymour wasn't a fighter by any means, no, he was a scholar of sorts. A damn good mathematician in Maury's eyes, the typa’ fella who could explain how electricity worked and all that fancy shit. With the threat of punishment for not going looming over their heads, Maury volunteered herself to go. She appeared masculine enough to pass for a man and looked like a spitting image of her brother once her hair was cut short.

A few weeks in and everything had been running smoothly for Maury, truly. Nobody suspected a damn thing, though her throat got tired from straining her voice to keep it so damn deep. One day, a little.. mishap occurred with a grenade out on the field. Maury was out like a light, shrapnel embedded in her torso.

When she came to, she found herself being hauled to a medical tent. Relief washed over her briefly before she felt the tugs at her uniform, trying to remove it to access the wounds. Threatening to expose everything she had worked to cover up.

TDLR; classic trope of "woaah woman in the army when shes not supposed to be woaahhh" and ur the medic on the cusp of finding out

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i kept listening to How Applejack Won the War during this i was losing it

sorry for the unexpected hiatus i got a little lost .. im back .... hopefully

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