“keep Her In The Supply Room,” My Sergeant Mocked

“Put the paperwork girl back in the supply cage before she breaks a nail,” Sergeant Todd sneered, tossing a muddy rifle right onto her keyboard.

A few of the guys chuckled. I just looked away. The new girl, Brenda, had been assigned to our tactical unit on Monday. Officially, she was just logistics – counting Kevlar vests, organizing the armory, sweeping up. Todd treated her like a glorified maid. He’d intentionally kick dirt near her desk and ask if she knew which end of the gun the bullets came out of.