Chapter 2 - The Four Star General Steps Into The Light
The heavy fabric of my Army dress blues sleeve remained trapped in a firm, calloused grip.
I turned around slowly, expecting another local acquaintance joining in my father’s little public spectacle.
Instead, my eyes locked onto four gleaming silver stars affixed proudly to the shoulders of a crisp dress uniform.
General Marcus Sterling stood before me, his towering frame cutting an imposing silhouette in the crowded Legion Hall.
His sharp gray eyes swept across the stunned faces of the local townspeople with icy, uncompromising authority.
“Let go of her sleeve, William,” General Sterling’s deep voice echoed effortlessly across the cavernous room.
The sparse chuckles that had lingered in the air evaporated instantly, replaced by a suffocating, dead silence.
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My father’s arrogant smirk froze on his weathered face as he stared at the four stars on the stranger's shoulders.
“Excuse me, General, I don't believe you were invited to this private celebration,” William stammered nervously.
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