"This bastard!" He laughed and cursed, then looked up so the liaison officer could straighten his collar.
When the loudspeaker announced, "Let us warmly welcome our hero, Admiral Miles..." he walked from the deck to the side of the ship, stood there for a moment amidst the enthusiastic applause, and then descended the gangway.
This was a distinctly different arrangement because the soldiers were just warriors, but he was a hero.
He liked this phrasing, and he had a reserved smile on his face, quite satisfied with the arrangement.
The music, the broadcast, the gathered crowd, the respectful gazes from the people, all made him feel he was being respected.
When he reached the bottom of the gangway, having prepared himself for a girl to come over, suddenly a cute little girl ran over from afar, holding a beautiful wreath.
"Grandpa Miles, welcome to Golden Port!"
