The Bloodstained Patch on a Wounded Soldier’s Uniform Led to a Pentagon Program Buried Beneath Years of War – News

A woman in Navy scrubs leaned over me with a flashlight.

“Sergeant Mason Reid?” she asked.

I tried to answer, but my throat felt like sandpaper.

“Easy,” she said. “You’re at Walter Reed. You’ve been in and out for thirty-six hours.”

Walter Reed.