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Some legacies are earned. Others are survived.
Before Rio Denton was born, her father was already fighting a war most of America never saw coming - deployed to Lebanon in 1982, patrolling a city that shelled and sniped at the Marines sent to keep its peace. Every letter he sent home was a promise. Every promise, a prayer that he'd make it back to meet his daughter.
He didn't.
On October 23, 1983, a truck bomb tore through his barracks and took him - along with hundreds of others - in seconds. Rio was born into a house already grieving. Her mother never recovered; she raised her daughter on fear, silence, and a hatred of everything her husband died wearing.
But Rio isn't her mother's daughter. Not really.
At twenty-two, she walks into the office of the one man who knew her father best - his old friend, now a commanding officer who was there when the barracks fell - and asks him for the one thing her mother swore she'd never have: a place in uniform.
He says no. She doesn't accept it.
Now the only woman in her unit, mocked, underestimated, called "small fry" by men who don't yet know what she's capable of, Rio has one goal beyond earning her father's rank: finding the journal he left behind - the one no one, not even her mother, ever knew existed. Somewhere in his last months lies the truth of who he really was, and what he was fighting for. And somewhere in a war that isn't his, Rio is determined to finally become the daughter he never got to meet.