Ma’am, with all due respect, what’s your call sign? The question lobbed across the table in the noisy mess hall was coated in a syrupy, almost theatrical curiosity. It came from a Marine captain, his desert MARPAT sleeves rolled to a perfect knife‑edged crispness. His name tape read “DAVIS.” He leaned forward, a conspiratorial grin playing on his lips, aimed not at her but at the two junior lieutenants flanking him. It was a performance…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW

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