Chapter 5 - REPORTING TO COMMAND
I zipped my garment bag, shouldered my duffel, and walked out the front door without casting a single glance back at the bedroom where my hair still lay scattered on the sheets. By 0700 hours, I arrived at my new strategic intelligence command post. Standing tall in my service uniform, completely bald with the silver eagles shining proudly on my shoulders, my subordinates snapped to attention. I delivered my initial briefing with razor-sharp precision, completely detached from the domestic wreckage I had left behind, ready to manage a complex battlefield with the cold, unyielding focus that had earned me my rank.
