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“Lang, Daniel P.”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“Corporal, united states marine core. Sit down son.” He tells me calmly, and I oblige. It’s not too often someone like me meets a lieutenant general in person. And I had no idea why I was here in the first place too, but when an officer tells you to sit, you sit. So I did.

“Corporal Lang, my name is lieutenant general Thomas B. Abernathy, this is Colonel Elaine C. Howsner, and we are here to recruit you.” Both the general and the colonel are looking at me. The general is a very distinguished man, his dress uniforms covered in medals and pins. He looks to be about 60, about a year or two from retirement. Colonel Howsner on the other hand is a young woman, who looks to me like she had never been out of her office a day in her life. They were both looking at me intensely.

“Sir, yes sir.” I respond.

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