Matching Ink
Jeff rolled back his sleeve, and on his inner lower arm was a similar tattoo akin to the ones on the three men. He stood up in a flash, and the men stepped back in practiced unison as if they were in a tactical formation.
They saluted Jeff, thanking him for his service and the legendary status he’d left back at the special forces. They insisted on paying for his and Ana’s dinner, stating that without people like them, the country wouldn’t be as great as it was today!
Disclaimer: To protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.