“Are you OK, Lieutenant?”
“I’m fine, Aggie. Just a little banged up. It’ll heal.”
“You know…if there’s anything I can do…I will.”
“I know that—and thanks—but let’s just carry on and get the job done. Did the report get out this morning?”
“Yes, ma’am. We started an hour early like you said. Ensign Simms is out with Miles making the deliveries.”
She seems to want to say something more, but my cell phone buzzes and she walks away to give me some privacy. It’s a text from Tyler Stanz. Got your number from Ens. Simms. Had session with CMC this morning. Heard you got called on carpet also. Meet at SB?” While I was sweating it out in front of the Commanding Officer, Tyler apparently got called to see the Command Master Chief, the senior enlisted man at the center. I’m more than a little anxi
