Semper Mine (Chapter One: Sawyer, page 2 of 10)


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A true blueblood, Khav-One had a degree from Yale, a sports car I wouldn't be able to afford with ten years of wages in hand, and was friends with the families of politicians and celebrities, some of whom are in attendance today.

God knows what made someone with his background enlist, of all things, let alone pursue the grueling, gritty, elite path of a Green Beret, aside from a love of his country, mixed with a side of crazy. Whatever it is, it runs in the family. Mikael didn't survive the worst night of my life, but Khav-Two did. He's in a hospital near here, stuck in a medically induced coma to keep him stable after his leg was blown off near the hip.

It's certainly the most peaceful graveyard I've visited yet. It feels more like a garden with hedges, stately statues and obelisks, a fountain at its center and a stone pathway that weaves among the dead.

I knew his family had money, but I had no idea they had money. It makes me think he was crazier than I first gave him credit for.

The ceremony ends with a Catholic priest blessing the sleek black casket covered by a blanket of flowers. I stand to the side, the only one in uniform. Khav's father is someone I know better than my own from the stories the spirited twin used to tell. He's a burly, former Russian KGB officer with white hair and bright blue eyes who defected to the States when he fell in love with an American heiress, a ballerina training with the Bolshoi Ballet group in Moscow.

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