You chose a government salary where the Army pays for your housing and your boots.

Don’t ruin my morning tomorrow because you think you’re entitled to a speech.”

“I earned this podium through sixteen years of service,” I said.

“And I have real payroll to meet next month,” he said, leaning closer.

“If you get on that stage tomorrow, you’re taking money out of my pocket.”

I looked at my younger brother, at the sharp line of his jaw and the cold panic in his eyes.

“The program stays as printed, Derek.”