Something was different.

A strange odor alarmed the soldier. Her last memory was of being attacked by the invaders and then running around in circles.  That was all, and now this…

She covered her eyes in a vain attempt to locate the familiar smell she had known all her life and depended upon to navigate accurately.  Unbelieving, she found herself lying on her back, waving her legs in the air. A burp escaped her, bringing up fluid.  She struggled to turn herself over, to support herself on her knees, then sensed a human voice above her.

“Harriet? Are you okay?”

No, she was not.

 

 

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