LET MY LIFE BE PROOF
NEW ADULT: CONTEMPORARY
At nineteen, prodigy Emme Sawyer flew through her undergrad work and was well on her way to becoming a doctor when the money ran out. Drawn in by the promise of a free education, she joins the Navy. Earning the title of Hospital Corpsman, Emme gets deployed to Afghanistan.With the front lines blurred, she fights side by side with the men. Risking her own life to save the wounded, Emme learns that sometime being smart isn’t enough and death doesn’t care if you’re a girl.
Emme struggles against the cultural biases of a foreign land and the limitations her unit is put under while trying to push out the Taliban. Shutting off her emotions, Emme numbs herself to the loss of her men. That is until she begins to have feelings for her commanding officer. Feelings she doesn’t want and isn’t supposed to have for a member of her team. When her C.O. reciprocates, Emme learns that sometimes love might just be worth the risk. After Emme sustains life-threatening injuries, and is shipped home, her life begins to crumble. Faced with the nightmares of her deployment and unresolved feelings for her C.O., Emme must choose to move forward in a world she no longer feels a part of or figure out how to get back to the men she left behind.
FIRST 150 Words:
The rapid pop of machine guns broke the quiet of the evening. I ducked as the bullets hit—exploding the wall behind me, and sending a cloud of dust into my face.
“Shots fired, left flank,” came shouts from the men around me.
Before we could respond an IED blew down the road, sending shards of debris everywhere.
When the dust settled I sat up and yelled, “Everyone alright?”
“Man down! Man down!”
I slid over to where the soldier lay sprawled. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay,” I said while I assessed his injuries.
The IED had completely removed one leg and the other was badly damaged. I dug out two rubber straps and secured them around each leg, then stabbed him with a shot of morphine.
“You’re just a kid,” the soldier groaned. “And you’re a girl.”
“I’m a corpsman.”
“Is it bad?” he asked.
“You’re gonna be fine,” I tried to assure him.