Clara Higgins was still sitting three gates down, holding her blue notepad on her knee while her two little kids shared a bag of pretzels and argued in whispers over the last salty pieces.

She looked up as we went by, caught my eye across the walkway, and gave a quiet, approving nod.

I answered it with a small smile before turning back toward the gate.

The gate agent stood by the podium at Gate C27 holding my updated boarding pass while the last few passengers filed down the jet bridge.

Corporal Reid stood ten feet off with his squad, watching Private Carter walk past under the quiet watch of Officer Knox.

General Vance handed me my canvas duffel at the top of the boarding ramp.