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My father saw my scars and refused to walk me down the aisle. As I held back tears, a four-star Navy admiral entered, offered his arm, and said, “I know exactly how you earned them, Lieutenant.”

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Cross smiled as she raised her glass.

“Still feel damaged, Lieutenant?”

I looked toward the bay and smiled.

“No, ma’am.”

“I’m decorated.”

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