My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

two for long enough that the boundary had disappeared.

Thanksgiving 2025. I almost did not go.

I had been up until 2:00 in the morning in the SCIF finalizing an intelligence package for an operation I cannot name in a country I cannot identify, supporting a unit I cannot acknowledge. The brief had taken seven hours. The operator who would carry my analysis continue reading …