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Silvering hair, tall, handsome, the epitome of the air force officer. But as she looked closer, she noticed. Noticed something about this man, something different. It was in the eyes. Those deep, dark, brown eyes. Something more than her reflection on their surface. Experience. They had seen far more than they should have. And they were scarred. But he stood there. Ever the strong, military man. And she saw that what he had seen had made him what he was. A leader. One she was willing to follow. **********
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