The noise of the stadium swelled, rolling across the granite buildings and out toward the Hudson Valley hills beyond the walls.

My silver class ring felt cold against my thumb as I gripped the sides of the mahogany stand.

I looked straight at my mother, who sat as rigid as a stone statue in her light blazer.

“General Vance, faculty, cadets, and families,” I began, my voice clear through the speakers.

“Eighteen years ago, I stood on an empty parade field five hundred yards from where we’re gathered today.”

Arthur shifted in his chair, clearing his throat hard enough that I could see his shoulders move.