I’d driven forty minutes to Fort Campbell, Kentucky, for my usual lunch.
I wore my favorite gray coat, sensible shoes, and a small brass insignia shaped like a blue shield with a white heron.
I was halfway through my chili when three soldiers approached. SupportVeterans
The tallest leaned toward me.
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His name tag read REESE.
He was a staff sergeant, perhaps twenty-seven, with broad shoulders and an expression suggesting he expected everyone to obey him. MilitaryLeadership Training
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