“My mom is a Navy SEAL,” Matty said into the mic.

Wyler yanked the microphone away with a quick jerk of his arm.

He turned his back on Matty and took three long strides toward the bleachers.

“All of you, listen to me carefully,” Wyler announced through the speakers.

A burst of sharp electronic static bounced off the concrete walls.

“In the whole history of the Navy, no woman has ever earned a SEAL Trident,” Wyler said.

He spun around and jabbed his thumb back at Matty sitting on the folding chair.