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s me a kind smile. "Or Major, if you can't shake the title.

t look in his eyes. He grabs the pot of coffee off the counter

t your PT

go in at oh-e

e physical therapy for the next year. He knew my history and was there for me when it happened.

on because I kept getting into fights at school. I spent a year there before I got out and was popped for trying to steal a car. After that the judge gave me a choice of going back to juvie until I was eighteen or going into a military school. The idea of getting out of the foster system and being in a stable place for at least three y

ise did really well at it. I excelled in all of my classes and even graduated early with honors. After that I enrolled in the Citadel and went to a military college

as different than everyone I'd met with before. Right away I felt like we had a connection and he saw something in me

issions. Secret ones I could only talk to the Major about. He was my contact for the small unit I led. We went

le discharges, but I knew the road to recovery was going to be hard. When we made it back stateside, families were there to welcome everyone home.

f I was just harboring some sort of hero worship. But I'm not ashamed to admit that on that day on the airstrip when he walked

" Major asks, shaking

the bloody knuckles adorning the

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lutel

do with you going out la

, but I don't have to tell him a

ant to know the whole story. Just then we bo

says, and walks over to

plies, hugging him and t

es breakfast and they talk a little about their day, and it's

s today, or do you nee

was planning on riding to school with that asshole from yesterday. I clench my f

l this afternoon," I offer. I want to try to be as much help as I can while I'm stay

now, but it's in the opposite direction. That

I'd have to imagine being driven around by

to drive. I took some shrapnel to the face, but by the grace of all that is holy, it didn't get my eye. I've been left with a nasty scar, but the do

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