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missions, watching his work finally save lives instead of being buried with him inside some classified military report.
My family forced me to sleep in a freezing garage while I was pregnant, just months after my husband Marine’s funeral — but less than 12 hours later, black military SUVs pulled into the driveway, armed soldiers saluted me by name, and the same people who had humili:ated me realized they had just destr0yed their own lives.
The colonel seemed to understand what crossed my face. His voice softened. “Daniel would be proud of you.”
That sentence shattered what little control I still had left. Not loudly. Not completely. But my eyes filled instantly.
