He possessed the stillness of a man who had commanded thousands in combat. General Raymond T. Caldwell was returning from a five-day visit to his deployed troops. He was in civilian clothes today: blazer, khakis, Oxford shirt.
This was standard practice for senior officers on commercial flights. As passengers boarded, Caldwell watched the aisle, scanning faces out of old habit. Then he saw him.
In the coach section, window seat, eyes already closing, sat Griffin. Caldwell’s jaw tightened.
There he is, he thought. The man who saved my son.
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