30 Kilometers East of the Roman Columns

April, 1986
Near Incirlik, Turkey

The old Air Force captain was more Turkish than American now. He’d lived so long among the spices and golden eyes, he forgot his American manners. The young American soldiers who came to visit him sometimes didn’t recognize him, thought he was being shifty when he wouldn’t look them directly in the eye at first, thought he was stalling when he made tea before he’d talk. Years ago, he married a Turkish beauty with long, bronze hair, and deeply-set amber eyes. She died years ago, and yet he still couldn’t…

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