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Chapter 17 - Miller ReturnsI saw Miller once more.

Not in our platoon.

He was processing separation from training after command findings unrelated only to me; multiple misconduct incidents mattered.

He stood outside administrative building.

“Quinn.”

I stopped.

He looked smaller without audience.

“I’m sorry.”

I nodded.

“I read your letter.”

“I didn't know.”

“About scars?”

“Yes.”

“You didn't need know.”

He swallowed.

“I know that now.”

Good.

Then:

“I thought everybody respected you because you acted tough.”

“They didn't.”

“They do now.”

I shook head.

“That's not why.”

He looked confused.

Maybe someday he'd understand.

I walked away.

No friendship.

May you like

No dramatic forgiveness.

An apology does not require relationship.

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