At Gate C27 a Cocky Marine Ridiculed My Army Rank, Right Before a General Showed Up
“Yes, General,” Reid said, pivoting on his heel and marching off down the hallway toward the terminal doors.
Ten seconds later, Shore Patrol Officer Knox opened the side office door and steered Evan Carter out into the corridor.
The young Marine no longer wore his corporal chevrons; the small brass pins had been taken off his lapels, leaving two tiny round holes in the green fabric of his collar.
He held his dress cover flat between both hands, his eyes fixed on the wall just above my shoulder.
“Private Carter,” Officer Knox said, halting the young man two feet in front of me.