A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
Vance said it without lifting her eyes from the paper.
The signature block at the bottom had gone pale in the copying.
Captain’s bars, a line of ink, and a name I could not read.
“General, whose signature is that?”
“Keep going,” she said again.
Behind the discharge order sat one more page, and this one carried no seal at all.
Transfer override, Fort Ansel receiving.
It ordered the personnel record of Vivian J.