I stood perfectly still behind the curtain.

For fifteen years, they had ignored every piece of official mail that needed a legal signature.

They assumed the military had just made a clerical error with their seats.

They sat in the back row, bragging to strangers, completely confident they were about to steal the credit for my whole life.

I tightened my grip on the edge of the curtain.

My squad leader called my position from the hallway.