The Weight of the Standard: A Novel of Institutional Survival and the Heavy Price of Truth
CHAPTER 1: THE TACTICAL LINE “You are freezing, Sergeant,” the General said. His voice didn’t carry past the gold-braided aiguillette on his right shoulder, but it had the gravelly weight of an old artillery piece. Sarah Miller didn’t move a muscle in her face. Her spine was locked into the rigid posture demanded by her…