I was wearing my Class A uniform, all of it clean, pressed, polished, and spit-shined, all of it covered with thirteen years’ worth of medal ribbons, badges, insignia, and citations.
I was 36 years old, standing tall and walking straight, a totally squared away U.S. Army Military Police major in every respect.
I had an appointment and matters to discuss with a colonel, and I was certain I would never get there .....
— Sep 14, 2019 07:31AM
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