Author's Note: Sorry this one is so late, Murdock didn't want to play by the rules for a drabble. But I did make it under the wire for July 3, at least in my time zone.
Title: White (Murdock)
Back in 'Nam, there was violence and death nearly every day. It contaminated my head and heart.
Then the CIA fired buckshot into my sanity, like lead poisoning. I would've been lost, but Hannibal pulled out the bullets. B.A. staunched the bleeding. Ray stitched up the wound. And Facey kept infection at bay.
No matter how badly I was wounded, it would eventually heal as long as I had my unit to fix me up. Then they were gone, and the contamination of 'Nam just kept coming. I couldn't heal myself, but I could decide how I would break.
End
Author's Note: purity, freedom from adulteration or contamination