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Veterans, soldiers and the people who mistook them for nobody.
Honor & Service
The harsh glare of rectangular overhead fluorescent tubes cast a cold, bluish light across the combatives training gym at Fort Vance.
Honor & Service
The kennel yard at Fort Halden smelled like wet gravel, dog food and bleach.
Honor & Service
The morning air inside the Brightwater natatorium smelled of sharp chlorine and damp tile.
Honor & Service
The heavy dark blue-grey steel kennel security door slammed shut behind me. A motorized deadbolt locked into the reinforced frame with a heavy clang.
Honor & Service
My name is Nora Hale. I am thirty-one, and for eleven weeks I have been the quiet woman at the back of the selection course.
Honor & Service
The summons came folded in thirds, tucked under the wiper of my truck.
Honor & Service
For two weeks, Ava Calder had been the newest private at Fort Kessler.
Honor & Service
I am Sergeant Tess Monroe, a twenty-seven-year-old combat medic. Fourteen months ago, my convoy was hit on a mountain road overseas.
Honor & Service
At lunch, Inez Delgado took her break at the corner table.