Va Form 28-0987 90%

When he finished, he signed the bottom. His signature was a shaky scrawl, nothing like the bold Leo Masterson, SGT he’d once used on deployment orders.

Leo grunted. To him, it was the final surrender. Two years ago, he was a combat engineer, disarming IEDs with steady hands. Now, he lived in a converted garage behind Clara’s house. He couldn’t drive. He couldn’t tie his shoes without using his teeth. His world had shrunk to the distance between his bed and the bathroom. va form 28-0987

“It’s just a piece of paper, Leo,” said Clara, his younger sister, from across the table. She had driven four hours from Richmond to help him. “The ILP. Individualized Living Plan. It’s not a white flag.” When he finished, he signed the bottom