He Said, “Remember, I’m a Navy SEAL”—Then She Dropped Him in Front of 1,040 Troops
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PART 17
I turned another page.
“On May 19, you texted Chief Warrant Officer Dale Mercer: ‘Shaw won’t be a problem. File’s handled.’”
The cafeteria went colder.
Tank stared at me.
His silence was the first confession.
I continued.
“On June 2, Hospital Corpsman Nathan Price reported that you ordered him to alter a medical readiness document.”
Near the back, a young man in Navy medical blues went pale.
Nathan Price.
He had given me permission to say his name.
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But hearing it in that room still hurt.
“When he refused,” I said, “you reassigned him to night cleanup duty for twenty-three consecutive days and told other personnel he was unstable.”
