While President Trump’s boys were working to subvert our democracy, my son, second from left behind the flag, was risking his life under the weight of the Pacific Ocean while aboard the USS Nevada with his fellow submariners, men who honor their security clearances.
Dusk was falling on a chilly autumn evening when I heard a knock on the door. It was a neighbor, a man I knew just well enough to give a nod and a wave if I spotted him outside while driving past.
When I turned on the porch light and opened the door, he looked around furtively before blurting, “The FBI just left! They scared the hell out of my wife! They’re asking all kinds of questions about your son!”
Although taken aback, I soon remembered that my son, a new sailor in the U.S. Navy, was learning to be a sonar operator and…
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