Chapter 18 - A New Era Of Respect Sweeps The Base Facilities
By Friday afternoon, the atmosphere across the garrison had shifted in a remarkably profound and positive way.
Junior officers and enlisted personnel alike walked with their heads held high, knowing accountability finally existed.
Lieutenant Torres was officially commended by General Thomas for her extraordinary courage during the club incident.
I stood on the tarmac outside the base flight line, watching cargo planes prepare for emergency deployment to Poland.
General Thomas walked up beside me, handing me a fresh steaming cup of black coffee in a plain paper paper.
“You cleaned house faster than a Marine drill instructor on day one, Eleanor,” Thomas smiled warmly.
“I just cleared out the dead weight so the real soldiers could do their jobs in peace,” I replied, taking a sip.
“Word is spreading across the entire Pentagon network. Nobody is ever going to underestimate a coat or boots again.”
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