Darby did not like the Army's order: "Bend over & Grab your ankles." She gave order knowing he must comply.
He was more humiliated than ever in his life, butt cheeks facing her, a older grey bun haired black officer in a long white jacket, her cane, bent over had directed him into the room.
“Private Lettick” she said as he realized she was the doctor, not a nurse taking him into the doctor who looked like she came from the ward as a patient, bent over and old looking, as old as his grandma and more but tiny, thin, actually weaker looking than him except her commanding voice and demeanor.
“Yes, mam!” always mam or sir to officers. Darby had…
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