My son-in-law didn’t know that I was a retired 4-star General. To him, I was just a “useless old burden” he had to feed.

My vision didn’t blur. It sharpened into a red tunnel. The civilian world—the balloons, the cake, the suburban facade—fell away. The Rules of Engagement, dormant for decades, flashed in my mind like a heads-up display.

Hostile threat confirmed. Civilian asset in immediate danger. Lethal force authorized.

Mark shoved Leo’s head down.

“Drink!” he shouted.

I moved.