Aside from the darkened circles beneath his eyes, which were caused by lack of sleep not bruising, he looked back to normal. His face had gone through a whole rainbow of colors since the November mission that had landed him in the hospital. During the worst of it, he’d even resorted to putting on makeup so the bruises wouldn’t scare his kids. Now, finally, that night was just a memory. And a hazy memory, at that. He balled up the paper towel he’d dried his hands on and tossed it across the room. It landed dead center in the trashcan. Score. His depth perception was back. So was his peripheral vision, and he hadn’t experienced memory loss in weeks. Proof that even an RPG-powered hatch to the face couldn’t keep a good SEAL down for long. Thom tugged the men’s room door open and headed into the dimly lit bar toward the table where his friends sat. Rather than take his seat, he dug into his pocket for his wallet and tossed a five-dollar bill onto the table for the soda he’d drank.
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