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Z is for Zero Mercy: The Evolution of Pierce Wellington III

Zero Mercy: The Evolution of Pierce Wellington III is the story of Pierce and why he is who he is.  You can't buy Zero Mercy. It's available for free. All you have to do is sign up for my newsletter. No spam. I won't sell your email. I'll just let you know when there is something cool going on in the world of Scarlett Braden.  You can read a short insert here and below you can join the newsletter list if you like. I will email you the Zero Mercy: The evolution of Pierce Wellington III file. 

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 On the 25^th day of September in the year of our Lord 1968, I was liberated from the womb. As I burst forth into this world, my Army camo was so effective no one noticed it, and they damn sure didn’t pick up on the army blood running through my veins. But it was there, I’m truly certain it was there.

I’m Pierce McCord Wellington the III. I was born Army, I lived Army and I’ll die Army. The good Lord saw fit that I didn’t die on a battlefield, but to my way of thinking that just means I have more missions to complete.

My ancestry goes all the way back to the pilgrimage and every man in my family has served. Hell, I even have a niece serving now. I always knew I would be a soldier. The first twelve years of my life were like most every other military brat, moving from base to base. I say most because all of our moves were between bases outside the borders of our fifty states.

When I reached the eighth grade, my father, now a four-star general, decided it was time to begin my military education. He never said so, but I always felt he was a little disappointed that out of his three children I was the only son. And in his mind the only one worthy of military duty. My father was of that generation who believed a woman didn’t belong on the battlefield. In a MASH hospital was okay, but short of being a nurse, no woman belonged there.

So at the tender age of twelve, I was enrolled in the McArthur Military Preparatory Boarding School. It was the first time in my life I actually lived in the United States. I lived there 345 days a year until I graduated. I visited with my family for ten days at Christmas and ten days in the summer. That first year, I felt abandoned. Alone. My mother sent me a letter once a month. My sisters wrote me more often and told me Momma cried every time she wrote that monthly letter and cried all the way to the mailbox. I didn’t quite understand. I thought I was the one who should be crying. Of course, that was strictly forbidden in a male gendered Wellington, but I sure didn’t understand what she was upset about. I was the one who was sent away.

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