The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

At 6:03 a.m., I drove away.

I did not look back again.

PART 3 — REPORTING FOR COMMAND

By 7:30, I had reached the installation.

I changed into uniform in a private office.

Standing in front of the mirror was difficult.

My shaved head was not the problem.

The reason behind it was.

For years, I had walked into military buildings carrying responsibility.

That morning, I also carried humiliation.