Chapter 8
Chapter 8
"The ceremony has been relocated," Jake said, stepping aside as the federal marshals escorted Julian Vance safely off the plane. "The President was briefed on the flight data half an hour ago. He wants to see you personally."
"I don't need a medal from the President, Jake," I replied, slowly getting to my feet with his steady support. "I just wanted to make sure my team’s sacrifice wasn't buried under classified coverups and corrupt business deals."
"They're not buried anymore, brother," Jake said softly, guiding me toward the open front aircraft exit door. "The whole world knows what you boys did out there in the desert. The whole damn world knows."
As I stepped through the cabin door into the cool Ohio afternoon air, the passengers stood up and applauded. The businessman from seat 12B, the families, the flight crew—they all looked at me not with fear, but with reverence.
I walked down the metal stairs, leaning lightly on Jake’s shoulder as the cool wind ruffled my tactical cap. For the first time in eight long months, my combat boots felt light against the solid concrete of the earth.
I didn't care about the medals, the speeches, or the impending political firestorms that would dominate the evening news cycles. I had protected the people entrusted to my watch, brought the truth into the light, and honored my fallen brothers.
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As the transport vehicle pulled away toward the base headquarters, I looked back at Flight 237 sitting peacefully on the ramp. My war was finally over, the ghosts had been laid to rest, and my new life had finally begun.
—END OF Chapter 8,
