“Keeping a scoreboard of your failures, sweetheart” The locker room erupted in laughter. The recruits pointed at the strange, white horizontal lines covering her back. They looked like tally marks. Group after group. Line after line. “Looks like she lost count after forty!” one boy joked. She didn't react. She just tied her boots, staring at the floor with a silence that felt heavy. The door opened. General Vance walked in. He didn't yell. He walked straight to the recruit who made the joke and