My Father Shamed Me in Front of the Crowd — Until His Special Forces Protégé Saw Me: “She’s the…” 😱 Under the harsh fluorescence of our county auditorium, the Stars and Stripes hung in neat pleats behind a wooden podium. My father adjusted the microphone like a man fixing something—firm, certain, sure of his hands and his judgment. The program leaflets crackled; a photographer from the local paper crouched near the aisle; old uniforms and Sunday suits filled the folding chairs. When he said my