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After being woken up by his daughter Ryan found it hard to go back to sleep. So, after a quick shower and change of clothes he is downstairs looking for her.

Instead of finding Chris he sees another familiar face

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Ryan tries to remember what the equivalent of a commodore was in the modern Navy. He was sure it was an admiral or rear admiral or something near that.

It has to be rear admiral.

"I guess not," he muses. "Maybe it's just harder to advance in the modern military. After their education at West Point and five years in the Army my kids both retired with the rank of Captain and that was considered a high rank for their ages."

"Both your children are captains?" Gillette raises his eyebrows, very duly impressed. "It must be a great honor for you."

Ryan grins. He never got tired of telling people that.

"I am and it is. And I'm even more pleased that they've both retired from military so I don't have to worry about them anymore."

Gillette smirks. "A very sensible way of looking at it. Myself, I'm more pleased than anything that I haven't got any children to have to worry about in the first place." He shrugs. "But you're clearly more than blessed to have children who've done so well and honorably for themselves. You ought to be very proud."

"I am very proud. And worrying about your children is the biggest risk about having them in the first place."

Gillette tactfully opts not to mention that he would rather chew his own arm off than procreate. "Perhaps someday I'll meet your daughter," he says. "She sounds like a most fascinating woman."

"Well, I think so but I'm biased, obviously. Actually, I think I should probably go an look for her. It was very nice speaking to you again, Lt. Gillette."

Gillette nods. "Always a pleasure. Take care, monsieur."

"You too," Ryan replies before leaving.

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