The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them
Then Harris appeared.
“Ma’am, they’re ready.”
“So am I.”
The ceremony itself was simple.
No dramatic speech about survival.
No public mention of my divorce.
That part of my life did not need to become the story of my command.
When I spoke, I talked about standards.