As a woman you are often teased and held back in the military, so you cut your hair, bind your chest and practise your voice to sound muscular.

Years later, you are shot in the shoulder, and before you can stop him, your Colonel rips your shirt open to assess the wound.

He stares at your chest… then at you.

“What the hell?” He is furious as he stares back at your chest.

He looks back at you, grabbing your chin. “What were you thinking?! Do you know what the enemy does to women?!”