Parris studied the young medic a long moment. Raj tried to meet the American’s stare, but could not. He looked away. “You’re out,” Parris said, adding, “That’s just the way it’s got to be.”
The other operatives started to protest. Roy held up his hand for silence and they immediately obeyed. Their eyes, however, showed their intense anger and offense at the wrong perpetrated on Private Raj. They would not forget this terrible offense.
“It is our standard operating procedure to have a medical specialist included on every mission,” Roy said.
“Crazy Horse can handle any medical issues that come up,” Parris said.
“It is not that simple,” Roy tried to reason. “My men will only allow Corporal Raj to attend them should they be injured.” He looked at Moses. “No offense, Petty Officer Moses.”
Moses shrugged. “None taken, Captain.”
Roy was not accustomed to discussing such things in front of enlisted men, but Parris had allowed no attempt at decorum through talking to him privately. So he was now being forced to defend his men’s honor openly. “You might have communicated your concern earlier.”
“Your command was adamant about not releasing personal information. Security considerations from your people stopped my people from being able to check out each of your men’s backgrounds. We weren’t given your team’s roster until your bird was in the air. It looks like some bureaucrat made the decision that we did not have a need to know.”
Roy looked at his other men, then at Private Raj. “I intend to register an official complaint.”