“Is that the fucking U.S. military?” Wheezer shouted, his voice cracking with disbelief. “Our military?” I couldn’t help but grin as I caught Chief Murray’s eye. Satisfaction lit up his wrinkled face. “For the record, I know exactly who you are,” I yelled over to Senator Wheezer, who was now crouched like a scared child, hands over his head. “But you forgot who we are. We’re the people who put you in power to serve us—not
