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Gale Cleven and Elvis Presley are twins that were separated at birth.
Elvis gets to grow up with his mother and father, and even though they don't have a lot of money, they have eachother.
Gala is either taken away from them or given up for adoption because they can't afford to raise two kids.
They each grow up without knowing that they have a (living) twin brother somewhere in the world.
Elvis is told that he had a twin brother that died at childbirth. Whereas Gale is raised by the Clevens not knowing he's adopted.
They each grow up differently. Elvis, surrounded by friends and family, different cultures shaping his mind. He becomes an outgoing, extroverted cheerful young man.
And Gale, living with an abusive alcoholic father and timid absent mother. He keeps his thoughts to himself, more introverted and serious.
Gale joins the Air force, meets John, and eventually becomes a major and is sent to the 100th.
Elvis joins the Army, and climbs the ranks quickly. Something happens and he's transferred to the 100th after Gale has already arrived.
For the first couple of weeks that they're both there, they don't cross paths. But other pilots and members of the 100th task force meet them.
After a while, people start to realise that they look exactly the same.
They're identical.
Except for their hair, Elvis having jet black hair and Gale having blonde locks. And polar opposite personalities, they're like the day and night.
They also realise that they aren't aware of each others existence. After a few days of people asking each brother if they're related, and both of them denying having any siblings, John snaps.
It's the 4th time that day someone's asked Buck if he has a long lost brother. He decides to go and meet this mysterious man that looks so much like his Buck.
He goes around base looking for this Elvis Presley guy. When he meets him, he can't believe his eyes.
He looks just like Buck. Granted he's not nearly as gorgeous as his Gale, but the resemblance is uncanny.
There's no way they're not related.
After that day, John and some others try to get both brothers to somehow interact without making it seem forced.
Somehow, they never seem to meet.
At first, Gale brushes away John's insistence of him meeting some new guy, he's too busy to play along with his games.
And Elvis is trying to get the hang of things around base. There isn't a moment of rest for either brother.
So John enlists the help of some of his friends. Demarco and Brady, Crosby and Bubbles, Curt as well. They're going to stage a meeting for those two clueless idiots.
But each time they try to set something up, it fails. Maybe they trick Gale into going someplace to meet John, and Elvis is a no show.
Another time, they try to make them bump into eachother. And somehow they don't notice the other as they walk past one another in opposite directions.
Each attempt to get them together becoming more and more ridiculous.It reaches the point where most people working for the 100th know about the two men.
Eventually, Colonel Harding finds out what his subordinates have been up to.
He tells them to let it be. Major Cleven and Major Presley are bound to meet at some point. So they do.
They watch as the days go by. Waiting for each brother to acknowledge the other. It feels like everyone on base is holding their breath.
Waiting for Gale and Elvis to meet. Expecting some kind of earth shattering, mind blowing reaction from the two men.
They eventually meet, entirely on their own and by pure chance and coincidence.
It's the middle of the night, and Elvis is walking around base trying to unwind after a long day. He can tell that the others are acting strange but he can't tell why. It's like they're walking on eggshells around him.
He walks down a dark path and hums a little song his momma used to sing to him when he was a child.
He's about to turn and head back to the barracks. He stops humming for a moment and that's when he hears it.
Someone is singings his momma's song. How is that possible? She made it up herself.He looks around, trying to pinpoint where the voice is coming from.
In the distance someone walks in his direction. It's hard to see in the dark. As he comes closer, the man stops singing once he notices someone standing up ahead.
He slows down and takes careful, measured steps. Elvis does the same. Once they're close enough to see eachother, they freeze.
It's like looking in a mirror.
They look at each other in silence. An array of emotions displayed on each man's face. From confusion to understanding, to Awe.
They don't say a single word.
And yet.
Somehow.
Deep down.
They know.