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“Greetings, Nephew.”
Mark Henderson climbed down from the Viper and saluted the commander of Anacostia smartly. “General Arnson, sir!” He couldn’t help smiling down at the General, still ramrod straight as you’d expect from a forty-year man. Mark could remember when his uncle had seemed tree-tall and larger-than-life.
Then the old man grabbed Mark and slapped him on the back a couple of times in a quick half hug that proved he still was. He kept a friendly hand on Mark’s shoulder as Emily came up, followed by the rest of her crew.
They traded salutes. “Looking good, Emily.”
“You too, sir.”
“That’s Eddie to you.”
“Yes, sir, Eddie.” She saluted him again saucily. While still a colonel, the general had happily busted Mark’s butt over and over until he met the old man’s flight standa
