"Corpora!"  The nurse exclaimed.<br/><br/>"Get your damned hands off me."  was the quiet, determined reply.<br/><br/>"Corporal, if  you don't stay in bed, you could.."   The nurse said, trying.<br/><br/>"Could what?  I feel fine, and the only bad problem I haveleft is my face."  Corporal Sam Richter said.  "I know y left eye's healing, and I know my face will be scarred.  What else is there?"<br/><br/>"Can you stand?"  A new voice asked, which belonged to Sam's doctor.  "If you can stand, that'll tell me the cncussion's healed."<br/><br/>Sam, using his one unobstructed eye, stared down the physician, and swung his legs oer the edge of the bed.  Then, with no difficulty at all, Sam pushed himself up, and stood as straight as an arrow.  In point of fact, Sam was very steady, and not just faking it for the bennefit of others.  After a few seconds, Sam even took a few trial steps, just to show he  could walk.<br/><br/>"All right, Sam."  The doctor said.  "I'll get your papers signed, and this lady will get your uniform."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>An hour later, Sam was walking, slowly, towards the paddocks that held the team's suits.  He had to see it for himself, the condition of Unit Three.  As he stood there, he could see the scorch-marks on the chest of the suit, a one-in-a-millin shot at the seam of two pieces of armor, armor that surrounded the cockpit.  Sam stood and stared for a long time.<br/><br/>"Corporal?"  a tech asked.  "Can I help you?"<br/><br/>"Where's Mike?"  Sam asked.  "I need to talk to him."<br/><br/>"He's over in the commisary, having lunch."  the tech replied, motioning over to a nearby building.<br/><br/>"Thank you."  Sam said, as he turned and walked off, looking for Mike.