Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
I glanced at my watch.
It was thirteen hundred hours exactly.
I picked up my cell phone and called the main number for the Marine Corps base legal department.
A junior clerk answered on the second ring.
“I need an emergency appointment with your senior defense counsel,” I said.
The clerk put me on a short hold.
The line clicked, and a deep voice introduced himself as Major Thomas.
I gave him my name, my rank, and my military ID number.
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