“Your son stood right here on this floor five minutes ago,” Wyler announced into the mic, letting the words hang in the air over the court.

“He told three hundred sixth graders that his mother is a Navy SEAL.”

A few students in the front row of the bleachers giggled, leaning into each other as they watched Wyler working the room.

Wyler held out the black corded PA mic, pushing it toward my face like an order on official Navy letterhead.

“Your son says you’re a Navy SEAL,” Wyler said, his voice loud and clear through the speakers overhead.

“Want to tell everybody the truth?”