Any SoldierChapter 3
"I don't know... do you have a sister?" Mrs. Benson asked Bob. "I don't remember," he said. His hand went automatically to his head, where one of the holes drilled in his skull had left a small, eraser sized bald patch. Benson flipped to another page. "Ahhh," she said. "You're a traumatic brain injury patient. That explains it. You're just having memory problems." "I guess so. You'd think I'd remember my own sister, though." "Well that's your handwriting, right?" she...