The sergeant noticed an old military insignia pinned to my collar.
His expression hardened.
“That’s our battalion’s crest! Take it off! You haven’t earned the right to wear that!”
I calmly refused.
Then I pointed toward the words painted across the dining hall wall.
“Sergeant, would you mind reading that inscription aloud?”
He turned around.
And as he read the name beneath his battalion’s motto, the color drained from his face.