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Walter Reed

He was about my brother’s age.

He was wearing BDUs, and he had his hat on inside.

He was sitting in a wheelchair.

He was pulling prescriptions out of his backpack and handing them to the pharmacist.

He had a bright red scar along the length of his right calf.

He was missing his left leg below the knee.

He made eye contact with me for about a second.

He was about my brother’s age.




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