My Father Called Me A Zero In Front Of Officers Until The Colonel Asked For My Call Sign

send a round supersonic past two thousand yards. On the monitors, Hail’s four-man element threaded through alleys below while a sniper in a minaret suppressed them with enough consistency to keep them from reaching the hostages.

“Distance is twenty-four hundred meters,” I said.

No one in the TOC cared who my father was. No one asked whether I was dressed continue reading …