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But that morning at Fort Campbell, when Drill Sergeant Martinez snapped to attention and rendered the sharpest salute I'd seen in years, everything changed. The words that came out of his mouth – "General, sir!" – hit that training field like a thunderclap. And for the first time in over a decade, my little sister Sarah finally understood who I really was.
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They said women couldn't lead combat units, called it a political stunt. I remember their smirks during briefings, the whispered doubts. But yesterday, watching my team secure that compound, perfect execution, zero casualties. Those same critics stood silent, finally seeing what I'd known all along.