My stepmother called me at Fort Sill to say she was taking my dead mother’s $2.4 million trust for Tiffany’s Nantucket wedding

The call came while the Oklahoma heat shimmered outside my office windows and artillery thudded somewhere beyond the training fields like distant thunder that had learned discipline.

At Fort Sill, you get used to that sound. The low concussion. The faint tremor in the walls. The knowledge that somewhere young soldiers are learning how to send force across distance and …