See part one for disclaimer.
Major General Jack O'Neill strolled down the familiar corridors of the SGC, a spring in his step at the prospect of seeing his old team. Oh they talked reasonably often, given the physical distance, his hectic schedule, and their offworld activities. But the chance for a face-to-face sit down was a rare treat.
Absently, he returned the passing airmen's salutes. He frowned, realizing how scarce familiar faces had become. New technicians, new teams kitted out and headed offworld, new security personnel at the checkpoints. A sea of new young faces everywhere he looked.
God, when had he gotten so old?