Inside was my original Bronze Star citation with the V device for valor, stamped with the raised gold seal of the Department of the Navy.

“My EOD team disarms explosive hazards alongside naval special warfare units,” I said.

“My son simplified the job title because he’s a kid.

The registration form I turned in lists my exact military rating.”

Wyler didn’t open the folder.

He glanced down at the leather cover once, then looked at his watch again.

“An Explosive Ordnance Disposal technician isn’t a Navy SEAL,” Wyler said.

“If the form is wrong, the military panel can’t put the speaker on stage.”