O Positive

O Rh+

I did not want to know my blood type.

My mother had one of those highly sought blood types. The Red Cross would sometimes call when she was a little late for her donation. But she was rarely late; She had received someone else’s blood during an operation.

In some high school biology class, I had worked out that it was highly unlikely that I was anything but a standard O positive.

As long as I didn’t know there was always a small chance that I had special blood.

In the army, no one is special. They needed to know what to stamp on my dog tags.

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