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

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“Send it.”

I exhaled and waited for the pause between heartbeats.

The recoil hit my shoulder. The wait. At this distance the bullet traveled for almost four seconds, and in those four seconds I was not my father’s daughter and I was not a number on a promotion list and I was not the woman who had fetched gin and tonics across an officers’ club while continue reading …