WHOLE STORY: STOPPED at the gate before I could even breathe. The petty officer held his tablet like a judge reading a sentence. My name wasn’t on the family access list. My mother had it. My father had it. Marcus had it. But not me.
PART 2: The crew chief’s hand caught my elbow as I reached the open door of the Black Hawk, the rotor wash flattening my torn dress against my thighs. “Ma’am, strap in fast—we’ve got a hot LZ.” I didn’t answer. I was already climbing, bare feet finding the grip strips on the deck, hands…
