MCA #0, Thursday afternoon
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Steve hadn't been expecting mail, let alone a thick manila envelope emblazoned with the seal of the US Navy and delivered overnight express. He'd been in the military long enough to know that unexpected paperwork was seldom a good thing, and so he thanked the delivery guy and took the package into the living room, sitting down on the sofa to open it.
He tipped the envelope over and a small black box fell into his hand, followed by a sheaf of papers. He opened the box first. Silver oak leaves on black velvet. An off-cycle promotion.
His stomach turned into knots as he picked up the sheet of paper on top. Cardstock. Calligraphy.
Honorable Discharge.
"Commander Steven J. McGarrett was honorably discharged from the United States Navy on June 15, 2010," he read aloud in a shaky voice. "This certificate is awarded as a testimonial of honest and faithful service."
And a tiny part of him, the one who knew just how logical and cold the military was, knew it was coming. He'd be on anti-rejection drugs for the rest of his life for the liver transplant. He couldn't be deployed like that. He couldn't serve like that. The Navy wasn't ever going to hug him back.
He'd hoped for an exception. For an explanation. For a phone call first.
Shit.
"Shit," he said, wiping his eyes.
He tipped the envelope over and a small black box fell into his hand, followed by a sheaf of papers. He opened the box first. Silver oak leaves on black velvet. An off-cycle promotion.
His stomach turned into knots as he picked up the sheet of paper on top. Cardstock. Calligraphy.
Honorable Discharge.
"Commander Steven J. McGarrett was honorably discharged from the United States Navy on June 15, 2010," he read aloud in a shaky voice. "This certificate is awarded as a testimonial of honest and faithful service."
And a tiny part of him, the one who knew just how logical and cold the military was, knew it was coming. He'd be on anti-rejection drugs for the rest of his life for the liver transplant. He couldn't be deployed like that. He couldn't serve like that. The Navy wasn't ever going to hug him back.
He'd hoped for an exception. For an explanation. For a phone call first.
Shit.
"Shit," he said, wiping his eyes.