Kate On Washer Machine

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Aaaahh! TODAY MY ZAC Turns 23! JUST AS I REMEMBER WHEN VI, was 17 and I thought it was so cute ... I love to write ZAC BUT MORE ABOUT ME ANDO FAST (:

FELICIDADESS ZACC! LOVE GOD BLESS YOU MINE (:

Chapter 1

Zac knee was burning.

had to lean on his cane to get from shower to the room he shared with three other veterans, and his leg still hurt like crazy with every step.

But the pain did not matter. had been part of the daily life of Navy Lieutenant Zachary Efron known as Zac, since, for over five years, during an undercover operation ransom, his leg had been about to blow.
could cope with pain.

was the stick that could not stand.

was the fact that his knee does not hold the weight of his body, nor could stretch at all, which made him mad.

It was a hot day in California, so he got a pair of shorts, but was aware that not conceal the stark, ugly scars of his knee.

had suffered his latest operation a few months ago. Had returned to open the leg to try to pick up the pieces, like Humpty Dumpty. After the obligatory stay in the hospital, had sent there, one rehabilitation center to strengthen the leg and see if the operation had served one thing: to see if they had more flexibility in the injured joint.

But his doctor had had so little success as the legendary horses and men of the king of Humpty Dumpty. The operation had not improved Zac knee.

His doctor had not been able to restore it.

knocked on the door and it opened a crack width.

"Well, Zac, are you here?

was Lieutenant Joe Catalanotto, commander of Task Force 10 of the SEAL Alfa Brigade: The brigade to which was a century of pain, frustrations and hopes blighted, had belonged Zac.

- Where would be if not? Zac replied.

noticed that Joe was reacting to the angry response and his jaw tightened as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He noticed the expression of his dark eyes, an expression reserved and reticent. Zac

had always been the most optimistic members of the Alpha Squad. His attitude was always friendly and lively. Wherever they were, Zac went to the street and befriended by the local population. It was always the first to smile, who joked before a parachute jump at high altitude which relieved the tension and made everyone laugh.

But Zac is no longer laughing. Had stopped laughing for five years, when doctors came into her hospital room and told that his leg would never be the same. Never walk again.

At first, it was faced with the same spirit as always cheerful and optimistic. What would not walk again? That would be seen. Would do more than walk. Would return to active duty. Going to run, jump and throw himself headlong into the water. There was no doubt.

It had taken years of intense concentration, operations and physiotherapy. He had spent the hospital to a rehabilitation center and back many times. He had fought hard, and had returned to walking.

But I could not run. He could barely hobble with a cane ... and doctors had advised him not to move much. The knee could not bear the weight of his body, they said. The pain he endured stoically was a warning sign. If I was not careful, lose the little use he had of the leg.

Tough luck.

For while he could not run, not again become a SEAL.

Those five years of disappointment, frustration and defeat had been eroding the spirit of optimism and Zac. Five years longing to regain the excitement of the life of a Navy SEAL, five years of temporary retirement, without real hope of returning to active duty, to see how the Alfa Brigade replaced him, five years shuffling when burning to take running. All that time had left him exhausted. He had lost his joy. Was depressed. He was frustrated. And I was furious.

Joe Catalanotto did not bother to answer your question. His eyes hawk
noticed Zac's muscular body and stopped when the scars on his leg.

"You look good," he said. You stay in shape. That's fine. Is fine.

- Is this a courtesy? Zac asked sharply.

"Partly yes," replied Joe. Their hard-featured face relaxed into a smile.

I have good news and wanted to tell you.
Good news. Ray, how did that Zac did not receive good news?
One of his roommates, who was lying in bed, reading a book, looked up.

Joe did not seem to care. Her smile widened.

-Ronnie is pregnant, she said. Let's have a child.

Do not tell me-Zac could not help smiling. But her smile felt strange, unnatural. Long time not used those muscles of the face. Five years ago, Joe would have given pats on the back, would have made obscene jokes about virility and procreation and would have laughed like a fool. But now he could only compose a smile. He reached out and shook Joe to congratulate him. May I die. Who would have thought that would end up become a parent? Are not you scared?