“I Give the Orders Here,” He Shouted—Until I Told Him Who I Was

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I took a sip of my tea, analyzing him carefully. He claimed to be an O-6, a full colonel. But his stories were riddled with inconsistencies and impossibilities.

“Actually,” I said, seizing a rare pause while he chewed a mouthful of bread, “we had a pretty intense deployment this time. We navigated a full carrier strike group through a typhoon in the continue reading …