At his funeral and in the years after, my family finally glimpsed the truth of my life: decades of classified service, rescues, and intelligence operations that saved countless lives. I continued honoring my grandfather’s lessons, building a veterans’ center from his estate and rising to lead the Defense Intelligence Agency, knowing that real service isn’t about recognition—it’s about protecting others, often without anyone seeing.
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