Sergeant First Class Helen Walters stood in front of the colonel’s desk, rigidly at attention and holding her perfect salute until the older man finally acknowledged her presence with a quick snap of his elbow. “Stand easy, Sergeant,” he barked.  “If you’ve got questions, hold them until after this inquiry.  I think these things go best when they go fast.  Wouldn’t you agree, Sergeant?” “Yes, Sir.” “I will not insult you...