CHAPTER 25: FALLOUT
Washington, D.C.
The White House
2:00 PM
The Medal of Honor ceremony was brief, formal, and deeply uncomfortable for Jack. He had been to the White House before, had stood in the East Room before, had watched other men and women receive medals for acts of courage that he had witnessed or heard about or read about in the files that crossed his desk. But he had never been the one standing at the center of the room, had never been the one whose name was being spoken by the president of the United States, had never been the one whose photograph would appear in the newspapers and on the television screens of a nation that would forget his name before the week was out.
He stood at attention, his uniform pressed, his shoes polished, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed
