She m0cked me like I was nothing — in front of hundreds. But when her groom bowed and said ‘Ma’am… Commander,’ you could hear jaws hitting the floor
The invitation lay on my steel desk like a white flare on a battlefield—embossed edges, crisp weight, the flag outside my window at U.S. Army Garrison Stuttgart snapping so hard the halyards clacked. My name was printed in full: Lieutenant General Rebecca Cole. Whoever addressed it had pulled from an old list that didn’t know … Read more