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That
was
when
Rita
’
s
eyes
met
that
challenge
from
the
field
,
that
gaze
bearing
the
weight
of
the
world
.
There
was
something
about
the
kid
that
Rita
liked
.
She
started
walking
toward
him
.
She
strode
with
purpose
,
each
step
a
perfect
movement
designed
to
propel
a
Jacket
across
a
battlefield
with
total
efficiency
.
She
advanced
across
the
field
effortlessly
and
without
a
sound
.
To
get
100
percent
out
of
a
Jacket
,
a
soldier
had
to
be
able
to
walk
across
a
room
full
of
eggs
without
cracking
a
single
one
.
That
meant
being
able
to
perfectly
distribute
their
body
weight
with
every
step
.
The
soldier
was
still
staring
at
Rita
.
She
walked
right
to
him
,
then
made
a
ninety
-
degree
turn
and
headed
toward
the
tent
where
the
brigadier
general
was
sitting
.
She
gave
him
one
regulation
salute
.
The
brigadier
general
cast
a
doubtful
glance
at
Rita
.
Rita
was
a
sergeant
major
by
rank
,
but
she
was
also
in
the
U
.
S
.
corps
,
so
their
actual
relative
places
in
military
hierarchy
were
a
little
muddy
.
Rita
remembered
this
man
.
He
had
been
attached
at
the
hip
to
the
general
who
had
made
a
beeline
to
shake
Rita
’
s
hand
at
the
start
of
the
frivolous
reception
held
to
welcome
the
Special
Forces
.
There
were
plenty
of
officers
who
had
climbed
the
ranks
without
ever
fighting
on
the
front
lines
,
but
this
one
seemed
to
have
a
special
love
for
grandstanding
and
ass
-
kissing
.
They
spoke
briefly
,
the
general
seemingly
bemused
and
Rita
’
s
stance
and
body
language
well
-
practiced
.
Then
Rita
returned
to
the
field
,
walking
past
the
ranks
of
men
who
seemed
to
bow
before
her
.
She
chose
a
spot
beside
the
soldier
who
’
d
been
staring
daggers
at
her
and
started
her
iso
push
-
up
.
She
could
feel
the
heat
of
his
body
radiating
through
the
chill
air
between
them
.
The
soldier
didn
’
t
move
.
Rita
didn
’
t
move
.
The
sun
hung
high
in
the
sky
,
slowly
roasting
their
skin
.
Rita
spoke
in
a
low
voice
only
the
soldier
beside
her
could
hear
:
"
Do
I
have
something
on
my
face
?
"
"
Not
that
I
can
see
.
"
Other
than
a
slightly
odd
intonation
,
the
soldier
’
s
Burst
was
clear
and
easy
to
understand
.
Nothing
like
back
in
North
Africa
.
People
from
the
former
French
colonies
couldn
’
t
speak
Burst
to
save
their
lives
.
