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The light tapping and shuffling of the dress shoes worn by the academy cadets surrounded Jack O'Neill as he sat quietly on a wooden bench with a half eaten turkey sandwich in his hand. He watched the cadets walk briskly around him, throwing him crisp and clean salutes as they passed, and couldn't help but remember his days at the academy. He was merely eighteen years old, and had more ego then brains. His sarcastic comments, and lack of respect for authority quickly landed him in a conference with the General on more then one occasion. Jack shook his head and looked down at the freshly cut grass below his shined uniform shoes, and grinned. He had quickly learned that there was no place for that kind of attitude at the Air Force Academy. He shook himself out of his thoughts and wrapped up what was left of his sandwich before standing and tossing it into a nearby trash bin. A flash of blue caught his eye right before a small group of cadet jogged in formation by him.

A firm female voice barked an order that caught his attention as they passed. His head shot up and he looked around desperately for the owner of the voice. Not finding what he was looking for, he shook his head to clear it. It was impossible. He had not heard that voice in nearly ten years. The owner of it gone forever. Captain Callie Parker had served with him in his days with the Special Forces. He had not heard that voice since that day in Iraq. The day his world crashed down. The day that Captain Callie Parker was reported MIA and never heard from again.

"Sorry I'm late sir. I hope you weren't waiting long. My lecture went a bit over." Major Samantha Carter walked up next to him without him even noticing. He jumped at her voice being so close to him.

"Uh, no, not long." he took one more look at the people around him before looking over at his 2IC.

"You okay?" she asked raising an eyebrow at him. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Na, I'm good. Ready to go teach these kids how to fly?" he grinned at her. She smiled back and headed down the sidewalk toward the air strip where they would be giving their demonstration. Jack took one more quick look over his shoulder to make sure his ghost wasn't sneaking up on him before following Sam down the sidewalk.