The Colonel’s mantra: If you’re not ten minutes early, you’re ten minutes late. Catherine was very late.

Her father waited for his eldest daughter on the steps of Army Headquarters, briefcase and cigarette in hand, silver eagle epaulets shimmering in the sun. His smoke drifted up toward the American flag, which hung limp against its pole, no match for the humid stasis of August. A WW II Cannon stood at the base of the flag.

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