She gave her blood to save a Marine, next day a General was at her door I’ll never forget that night. The ER reeked of blood and antiseptic, monitors screaming as they rushed a Marine through the doors. He was barely hanging on. They said only my blood type could save him. My stomach clenched. I’d fainted the last time I tried donating. I knew I wasn’t strong enough. But then I saw his dog tags, his pale face, and the thought hit me — if I said no, he wouldn’t see another sunrise. So I rolled up