At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
My injury became workplace reality.
Medical leave.
Appointments.
Occupational therapy.
A commander reminding me I did not need to answer reporters.
My unit handled the administrative side.
The Purple Heart remained mine.
The ceremony did not need to be repeated.
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