The Officer's Club is jumping tonight. Laughter, dancing, chattering. There's smoke in the air and the drinks are being poured.

The band plays, and you find your eyes wandering to Major Gale "Buck" Cleven. He's sitting in a leather chair against the wall, watching the room with those intense blue eyes and a toothpick between his teeth.

The song playing is slow and pretty, and you suddenly have the urge to ask him to dance.