The puckered flesh was where the round had entered the soft trapezius muscle before smashing through his shoulder blade and coming to rest further down between two ribs. Most of the scars length was a long clean cut that curved down under his left arm, caused by the field surgeon digging about to retrieve the .223 bullet, although it had healed well it was still uncomfortable.
He had been leading a routine patrol along the Kolola Pushta Road in Kabul, one of the locals took a hit and run from a second story building. Whoever the shooter was they had spent far too much time watching the amateur hour videos on the internet the round had been flattened and cut to make it a dumdum. Fortunately, for Eddie the bullet had been badly cut and lost most of its kinetic energy in transit. However, it was still able to smash into his shoulder burying itself in the soft muscles and bone just behind his left shoulder blade. The bullet now resided in one of the drawers in a clear plastic specimen tube given to him by the surgeon who had cut it out just before he boarded the aircraft taking him back home to England.