CHAPTER 5 — The Moment Ryan Finally Understood What It Meant to Wear the Uniform
The moment the nurse shouted, everyone in the rehabilitation center sprang into action.
General Harrison didn't hesitate.
"Clear the hallway!"
Ryan ran beside him as they rushed into one of the medical rooms.
An elderly veteran lay unconscious on the floor. His breathing was shallow, and his face had turned pale.
The medical staff immediately began emergency treatment.
"His pulse is dropping!"
"We need oxygen!"
Ryan froze for only a second.
Then months of combat medical training took over.
Without waiting for orders, he grabbed the emergency oxygen kit and handed it to the nurse.
"What else do you need?"
The doctor looked at him.
"Raise his legs. Keep talking to him."
Ryan knelt beside the old veteran.
"Sir... can you hear me?"
The man didn't respond.
General Harrison quietly watched from the corner.
He said nothing.
He simply observed.
For nearly fifteen minutes, the medical team fought to stabilize the veteran.
Finally...
The heart monitor settled into a steady rhythm.
The doctor let out a long breath.
"He's going to make it."
Everyone in the room sighed with relief.
Ryan remained kneeling on the floor, exhausted.
The veteran slowly opened his eyes.
His first words caught everyone off guard.
"Did... everyone else make it out?"
Ryan frowned.
"What do you mean?"
The old man smiled weakly.
"I still dream about that village."
"It was forty years ago."
"I keep thinking I left someone behind."
Ryan felt tears sting his eyes.
The veteran wasn't worried about himself.
Even after all these years...
He was still worried about strangers he had tried to save.
General Harrison finally stepped forward.
"His name is Samuel Brooks."
"He received the Silver Star after carrying three wounded soldiers through enemy fire."
Ryan looked at the frail man lying in bed.
This wasn't just another old veteran.
This had once been a hero.
And only yesterday...
Ryan had humiliated another man who had devoted his life to serving the same country.
For the first time since joining the military...
Ryan truly understood that medals eventually faded...
Strength eventually disappeared...
Youth never lasted...
But honor...
Honor remained forever.
That evening, Ryan quietly approached General Harrison outside the center.
"I've spent years trying to become the strongest man in every room."
The old general nodded.
"I noticed."
Ryan lowered his head.
"I never once tried to become the best man."
For the first time...
General Harrison smiled with genuine pride.
"You've finally begun your real training."
The next morning...
Ryan voluntarily reported to General Mitchell.
Before anyone could speak...
He removed every medal he had earned in competition and placed them carefully on the commander's desk.
"I don't deserve these until I earn back the respect I've lost."
The room fell silent.
Even the senior officers were surprised.
But General Mitchell didn't answer immediately.
Instead...
He handed Ryan a sealed envelope.
Ryan looked confused.
"What is this, sir?"
The General simply replied,
"Open it."
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Ryan slowly broke the seal...
And what he read made his hands begin to shake.
