Several days later, with Zara foremost on his mind, Glenn was walking across the airfield, when he saw a brand-new Skymaster land. It was such a majestic bird, he had to stop and watch it roll across the landing strip. Deep in his heart, he was still a fighter pilot, but he’d dump the old Gooney Bird any day for one of these beauties.
He lingered to see it come to a standstill and almost toppled over when the door opened and a man in his forties, slim and wiry, with brooding eyes, the combed-back dark hair showing a receding hairline, stepped out. The man was by no means handsome, but emanated an impressive presence. Glenn didn’t need to have a look at the insignia to know who it was. General Tunner was a legend.
While he’d never served under him, he’d crossed paths with Tunner several t
