Chapter 6 - Shattered Illusions
Dad looked at Derek, his mouth working silently. “Derek... is this true?”
Derek couldn't look his father in the eye. He stared down at his shoes, his shoulders slumping, completely defeated. “Dad... I didn't know it was her. I just knew command dropped an air strike. I didn't know who cleared it.”
“She saved your life,” Frank Reynolds said from the side, his voice thick with raw disgust. “She saved your worthless skin, and you spent the last seven years letting your father treat her like dirt while you took credit for being the family hero.”
The whispers in the banquet hall turned into an open, rumbling chorus of disapproval.
The men Richard Vance had served with for three decades were looking at him now, not with admiration, but with pity and revulsion. These were men who lived by codes of loyalty, honor, and family. To discover that the man boasting about his legacy had actively erased his daughter’s heroic career while propping up a disgraced son was an unforgivable betrayal of the brotherhood.
A man at table one stood up. It was Major General (Ret.) Arthur Vance—no relation, but Richard’s former division commander from the early 2000s. He was eighty years old, wearing his miniature medals on a black suit.
General Vance walked past my father without a glance. He stopped directly in front of me.
He didn't hesitate. He brought his right hand up to his eyebrow in a crisp, razor-sharp salute.
“Colonel Vance,” General Vance said, his voice ringing across the hall. “I had the privilege of reading your intelligence assessment on the Levant back in ’19. Exceptional work. It is an honor to have an officer of your caliber in our community.”
I brought my hand up, returning the salute with textbook precision. “Thank you, General. The honor is mine.”
When the salute broke, General Vance turned to my father. The look in the old general’s eyes was like ice water.
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“Richard,” the General said quietly. “You should be on your knees thanking God for the daughter you raised. Instead, you’ve made a fool of yourself in front of every man who ever respected you.”
Dad looked around the room. His peers, his friends, his former commanders—all of them were turning their backs, shaking their heads, or looking away in embarrassment. The retirement party, the crowning glory of his thirty-year career, was lying in pieces at his feet.
