Chapter 15 - A New Standard
The heavy glass doors of the Fort Mitchell dining facility swung open smoothly under the bright midday sun. The mess hall was bustling with activity, filled with the usual clatter of aluminum trays, the hum of conversations, and the rich aroma of a properly prepared lunch. At a central table near the back, Private First Class Miller sat eating quietly, his posture upright and confident, flanked by several members of his squad who now looked at him with newfound respect.
Colonel Vance walked through the entrance, her boots clicking evenly against the polished linoleum floor. Her brunette hair was pulled back into its familiar, tight regulation bun, and the silver eagle insignia on her collar gleamed proudly under the institutional lights. She carried her own metal cafeteria tray, loaded with a balanced, regulation meal—including a small side portion of freshly cooked french fries resting neatly next to a serving of steamed broccoli.
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Several junior officers seated nearby immediately stood up and saluted as she passed. Vance returned each salute with a calm, measured nod, her breathing slow and contro
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