At Gate C27 a Cocky Marine Ridiculed My Army Rank, Right Before a General Showed Up
He handed the card to the four-star general with both hands, his eyes lowered to the waxed floor.
General Vance took the laminated card without a word of thanks.
He drew a folded sheet of white paper from the inside breast pocket of his coat, shook it open with a sharp snap of his wrists, and held the card right next to the printout.
“Third Battalion, Fourth Marines,” General Vance read out from the top line of the ID card.
“Yes, sir,” Evan said quietly.
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