I sat quietly in my window seat on Flight 402 as the heavy aircraft cruised smoothly through the dark night sky. To the other passengers, I was simply Caroline, an ordinary widowed mother traveling to an engineering summit.
Nobody looking at my pale face could guess that six years ago my callsign was Phoenix and I served as a highly decorated F-16 squadron commander in the United States Air Force. I abandoned that demanding life the day my husband Ronald was lost during a classified aviation mission.
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