The SEAL captain shouted, “I need a sniper with classified clearance.” I stood up before the room could even react. My father, a decorated general, looked at me and laughed. “Sit down,” he said. “You’re a nobody.” The captain didn’t laugh. He only looked at me and asked, “Call sign?” I said, “Ghost-Thirteen.” The room went silent, and every bit of color left my father’s face.
When the Navy captain walked into the briefing room and asked for a sniper with the right clearance, I stood before my father had time to understand what was happening. Two hundred people were seated inside the auditorium at MacDill Air Force Base that morning. Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines. Enlisted leaders, company-grade officers, field-grade…
