Hunny
Chapter 3: She Packed Her Pride and a Little Bit of Fire
San Francisco, 1950
Joining the Naval Reserves had felt, to E.C., like stepping into a shelter—steady pay, a uniform that fit like purpose, a brotherhood that didn’t ask too many questions. But Truman’s orders shattered that illusion like glass under a boot heel. North Korea loomed like a dark cloud on the horizon, and suddenly duty called with salt on its breath and ocean in its veins. This time, it wasn’t the Army—it was the Navy. A whole different beast. A whole different war.
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