The Marine's Return. Rula Sinara
was pulling out clean gauze and the last sterilized set of surgical equipment. Taj had a blood pressure cuff on the woman and was setting up an IV. Lexi, already gloved, assessed the blood loss and pregnancy stage. She’d delivered several babies before, but they’d all been routine, full-term labors. This woman had to be toward the end of her first trimester or the beginning of her second. Lexi hadn’t seen her at the clinic before for any prenatal care.
The man seemed to waver on his feet.
“Jacey, we don’t want two patients right now.” Lexi glanced up at her and Jacey immediately skirted around the bed to go walk the man outside the tent. “We’ll take care of her. You were right to bring her in,” Lexi told him on his way out.
Taj looked at Lexi as he hung the IV bag. They were lucky to have fluids. They had no blood on hand. Not out here. They both knew the chances of saving the pregnancy were slim to none. They couldn’t stop the miscarriage at this point. She just hoped they could save the mother. A life that wouldn’t have a chance if they hadn’t been here to help. No, she couldn’t abandon the people here. She couldn’t take away medical care from all the children out here. Doing so would be akin to letting the poachers win. That wasn’t happening. Not on her watch.
* * *
“ONCE A MARINE, always a marine. So, consider it an order.”
Chad shook his head at his father’s use of authority.
“You may be a marine, Dad, but you know an order is not going to work with me,” Chad said, grabbing an apple and taking a bite. He wanted a banana and he could have peeled it using his teeth, but he didn’t want to do that in front of his father. It made him feel like less of the man he’d striven to be, a man who would have made his dad proud.
Ben pulled his head out from the refrigerator and nearly lost his grip on the set of crutches he was holding out of the way.
“Listen, I’m serious. I need you to go with your mom. Scope things out at the clinic for me. I obviously can’t do it. You have a trained eye. I want distances, weak spots, you name it. Including suggestions on how to secure the place. Plain fences are a joke out there and Hope doesn’t want anything with barbs or voltage because of all the kids that come around. Besides, relying on their generator won’t work. I don’t have anyone else I can send right now. Not anyone I can trust to be thorough. Hope is furious that I said the place should be shut down until they find this escapee or even longer, given the rise in poaching activity. I need to know your mom and her staff out there are safe. Don’t you want that, too?”
Chad had grown up around here. He’d heard his dad talk about poachers and some of their tactics for years: hidden snares, poisoning watering holes, guns and rifles, including automatic weapons, sawing entire faces off of elephants and rhinos just to harvest their tusks. Plus, they were swift on their feet and knew how to disappear. They even took advantage of the Masai farmers who were losing their crops and herds to the droughts, paying them for their help. Poachers took greed and ruthless murder to a whole new level, and most of the groups were backed by wealthy, ivory mafia bosses. Half of Chad’s family and relatives, including Ben, worked to fight poaching. He wasn’t against doing so himself. They were evil.
But he was in no shape for that kind of undertaking. Ben had to realize that. Chad couldn’t help but feel like his dad was using this to get him out of the house.
“What’s the point? You have plenty of guys you train. Send one of them. Or ask Mac to do it. He can see the lay of the land from his chopper.”
Ben leaned forward.
“Let’s break this down Barney style. I only have a small group right now and they’re all training KWS teams. One of them was actually with the KWS group that was scanning the area using thermal imaging. The rest are on fire watch closer to the Tanzanian border, to see if they can find any signs the injured poacher is hiding out there, versus having crossed over. I can’t pull those men from what they’re doing. They’re on the front lines as it is and this isn’t the only poaching case KWS has on its hands.”
Chad set his half-eaten apple on the table and looked away. The back of his neck pinched.
“Chad, please. I just want to be assured the clinic area is okay.” Ben hobbled over to the kitchen table and sat. “You know I’d be out there myself if I could be. I’ve even thought of cutting this darn cast off myself, but don’t you dare tell your mother I said that. So I need you to go. Mac isn’t you. He may have years of experience helping wildlife rescuers find injured animals or helping KWS with aerial spotting, but he isn’t trained in combat strategy. He can’t scope an area and take in a million details at once the way you can.”
Chad pushed away from the table.
“Just what kind of details do you expect from me?”
“I want to know what can be done to make the clinic area safer. Mac checked on everyone there but they said the only people who’d come through were patients. No injured poachers or suspicious persons. I’m not going to assume it can’t happen. You know what they say about hiding in plain sight.”
Chad didn’t answer. Had he been sharper that day in Afghanistan, he wouldn’t have walked his men into a trap. He wouldn’t be standing here right now permanently wounded. His dog would still be alive.
“You’re giving me busywork I can’t even do. You’re the one in security. Not me. Maybe you should give up already on me following in your footsteps.”
Ben banged the end of his crutches against the floor.
“Cut the bull, Chad.”
“I’m just stating facts. If a poacher walks up, what am I supposed to do? No rifle. Remember that? Kind of hard to hold a gun with one hand. Should I flick him off? ’Cause that’s within my limits.” Chad grinned and pointed a finger at his dad. “Or, no, wait. Maybe hand-to-hand combat, because you know the expression does imply only one hand is used.”
“Chad,” Ben warned.
“What? A one-armed man is allowed to tell one-armed jokes. It’s a privilege.”
Making himself the butt of jokes helped him to cope with how he was sure other people saw him. At least, that’s what he told himself. The reality? The sarcastic remark had left a bitter taste in his mouth.
His dad didn’t laugh. He just bore a look through Chad that made him feel small. It didn’t sit well. Especially coming from his father. It didn’t matter that Chad had come to terms with the fact that he was less of a man than he used to be, but seeing that judgment in his dad’s eyes ate at him. He threw the rest of the apple in a compost bin by the sink and started for the living room.
Ben stood, tucked the crutches under his arms and followed him out.
“Tony’s wife is there. She’s the nurse manning the clinic.”
Chad stilled. An icy wave spread through his chest, prickling like the cruel sting of frostbite at a winter post in Helmand Province.
“What do you mean Tony’s wife is there? What are you trying to pull? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“Because you just got here. Because we’d all agreed to limit what we said about certain things so that you could regain your strength and focus on getting better. You were devastated when we told you the news about his death, and it held back your recovery. So when Lexi applied for the job at your mom’s clinic, we decided not to mess with your emotions any further. But I figure, now that you’re here in Kenya, you’re going to find out sooner or later. If you don’t want to help protect the clinic for me or your mom, then do it for Tony.”
Chad collapsed onto an armchair and gripped his forehead with his left hand before fisting his hair. Tony’s wife. This couldn’t be real. What was she doing there? Didn’t she have family in the US?
Tony and Chad hadn’t been able to talk much in the last few years, so he knew very little about Lexi other than that she was a nurse...and the love of Tony’s life,