Camisa lisa.
Sin uniforme.
Sin medallas.
No hay armas.
Just me.
For years, I had believed that becoming “boring” meant that I had lost the man I used to be.
Finalmente entendí la verdad.
No lo había perdido.
Le había sobrevivido.
And now, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t struggling to prove who I was.
I already knew.
I was Cole Mercer.
A husband once.
A soldier once.
A salesman once.
A survivor always.
And finally-
I was my own man.
