She wore a uniform adorned with valor, a history written in sacrifice. Yet in the room where men decided the fate of soldiers, her only weapon was a coffee pot. They saw a servant, never suspecting the truth she carried—a truth that could save them all, if only they’d look past her station. The early morning sun, a pale gold knife, sliced through the high windows of the officers’ dining hall at Fort Bragg, laying long, sharp shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of