A Navy Officer Set Out to Humiliate My Son in Front of Three Hundred Students

“He won’t ask about the bomb,” I said.

“Why wouldn’t he?” Kenneth asked.

“Because he doesn’t care about the work,” I said.

“All he cares about is the title.”

I went around a green garbage truck at the golf course turn, the diesel whining as I pushed down on the gas.

“Clock says 10:58,” Kenneth said.

“We’ll be at the side doors by 11:15,” I said.

“The assembly starts right at eleven,” Kenneth said.