Until the process was finalized, I was advised not to discuss details with anyone who did not need to know.
Including Daniel.
I hated that part.
But following rules when they were inconvenient was practically the story of my career.
Daniel knew I served in the Army.
What he never seemed interested in understanding was exactly what I did.
He joked that I “sat behind a government desk.”
In reality, I had spent seventeen years moving through operational planning, logistics oversight, and command assignments.
At the time Grandpa died, I was a lieutenant colonel being quietly considered for promotion and a major leadership appointment.
Daniel never asked much.
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