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recognized our C in C as “a real dude.”

President Bush seemed to know what I was thinking. And he slapped me on

the shoulder and said, “Thank you, Marcus. I’m proud of you, son.”

I have no words to describe what that meant to me, how much it all mattered.

I came to attention, and Lieutenant Drexler read out my citation. And the

president once more came toward me. In his hand he carried the fabled Navy

Cross, with its dark blue ribbon that’s slashed down the center by a white stripe,

signifying selflessness.

The cross itself features a navy ship surrounded by a wreath. The president

pinned it directly below my Trident. And he said again, “Marcus, I’m very proud

of you. And I really like the SEALs.”

Again I thanked him. And then he saw me glance at his desk, and on it was

the battle patch I’d asked Admiral Mullin to present to him. The president

grinned and said, “Remember this?”

“Yessir.” Did I ever remember it. I’d hidden that baby in my Afghan trousers,

just to make sure those Taliban bastards didn’t get it. And now here it was again,

right on the desk of the president of the United States, the Lone Star of Texas,

battle worn but still there.

We talked privately for a few minutes, and it was clear to me, President Bush

knew all about the firefight on Murphy’s Ridge. And indeed how I had managed

to get out of there.

At the end of our chat, I reached over and picked up the patch, just for old

times’ sake. And the president suddenly said, in that rich Texan accent, “Now

you put that down, boy! That doesn’t belong to you anymore.”

We both laughed, and he told me my former battle patch was going to his

future museum. As I left the Oval Office he told me, “Anything you need,

Marcus. That’s anything. You call me right here, on that phone, understand?”

“Yessir.” And it still felt to me like two Texans meeting for the first time.

One of ’em kinda paternal, understanding. The other absolutely awestruck in the

presence of a very great United States president, and my commander in chief.

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