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The marine major general stepped to the side as the elevator doors swooshed open and air force blues got on and nodded to him. He didn't recognize the tall, gray-haired major general and looked to his chest, as...O'Neill... was doing to him. His eyes went to the ribbons to see where O'Neill had served. They immediately lighted on the Air Medal. He had one of them. But... what... in the third row?
The general looked to the top left ribbon, the most honored. The Defense Distinguished Service Medal! Next to, the Distinguished Service Medal, next to the Defense Superior Service Medal. Down on left to the Airman's Medal, the Defense Meritorious Service Medal, followed by the Purple Heart, with the number 17 in the center. Seventeen? How can that be? Then the Air Medal, the Aerial Achievement Medal, the Joint Services Commendation Medal, the Air Force Commendation Medal, the Presidential Unit Citation, with a 9 in the center!
A group of mixed officers waiting for the elevator stepped back when the doors opened, and gaped at the extraordinary sight of a marine major general holding a salute to an air force major general. They heard "I don't know where the air force is flying these days, O'Neill, but I thank you for your service." As O'Neill returned his salute crisply, he stepped off and strode through the parted onlookers and quickly down the hall.
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