They Called It “Trash” and Accused Me of Stolen Valor — Until a Four-Star General Took One Look at My Jacket and Changed Everything
Chapter 1: The Armor of Ghosts The jacket smelled like old soap, gun oil, and the stale quiet of a closet that had been left untouched for far too long. The scent clung to me every time I pulled the collar to my chin, wrapping me in memories I wasn’t ready to let go of….