A commander mid-brief cracked a joke at my expense and asked for my call sign, expecting a laugh. I told him the truth. “Widow Seven.” The room went silent. Junior officers looked confused, but…
Commander Royce Tennant was twenty minutes into his pre-deployment brief when his eye caught on me. I was sitting in the back row by the coffee urn, wearing a flight suit with nothing sewn on it, which was deliberate. A flight suit lets you belong anywhere on a navy installation without anyone asking a single … Read more