Chase Shustack

It looked impressive.

The left side of his chest was covered in medals and honors, with the right side having a single silver pin.

Two swords crossing the flag.

He looked at me up and down, laughing dryly as they slumped me into the chair.

Well, seems like we finally get to see who our troublemaker is.

He laughed, though not with any genuineness.

You know, it's not every day we have someone as young as you asking questions about America Needs You.

Usually it's older folks, 40s and 50s, who we got to take care of.

But I guess with computers nowadays, anything's possible.

Who are you?

Where am I?

I said, focusing on trying to stay coherent.

What did you do?

The man in the uniform waved his hand.

Son, you've been causing a bit of a stir poking around, asking questions, posting some unpleasant things.

We thought we ought to nip this little problem in the bud before things get out of hand.

Can't have you stirring up some bad memories for everyone like you did your parents, huh, Al?

How did you know my name?

I'm going to give you a history lesson, son.

the man in the uniform said, sitting forward in the chair, tempting his fingers.