“He put down your naval rating as Navy SEAL,” Wyler said.

“Matty is eleven,” I said.

“He knows I deploy on missions with joint special operations units.”

Wyler checked his wristwatch again, his jaw hardening into a stiff line.

“Official school paperwork falls under public affairs oversight when military personnel are invited,” Wyler said.

“Is there a Trident on your dress uniform shirt, Master Chief?”

“I wear the Master Explosive Ordnance Disposal insignia,” I said.

“Then this card is wrong,” Wyler said.