Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
Miller performed a sharp about-face.
He marched back toward the middle of the field.
The Marine band launched into a march.
The deep beat of the bass drum echoed off the brick barracks along the perimeter road.
Six hundred Marines stood on the grass in tight, perfectly aligned block formations.
Their rifles rested on their shoulders.
The base adjutant moved up to the microphone.
He opened a red leather folder.