Blair pointed at Rogers. “Take that man into custody.” He quickly said to

Rogers, “We will have no compunction in shooting you down if you so much as

think about attacking.” Rogers glanced at Knox and slowly put his hands behind

his back. Two of the MPs shackled him with extra-thick chains.

 

Blair said, “I have been instructed to admonish all of you to pursue this matter

no further. If you do, you will be subject to the consequences. This is an

internal DoD matter and it will be pursued accordingly.” “You mean it will be

covered up,” retorted Puller.

 

Blair seemed to be struggling to keep his temper in check. “All I know, Chief

Puller, is that this is where the matter ends. You have your mother’s remains.

And so you have closure.” “Fuck closure,” roared Puller, who took a step forward

before his brother grabbed his arm as three of the MPs leveled their AR-15s at

him.

 

Puller barked, “So that’s what you guys are going to do? Just bury this? Again?

Let her keep on going? That’s what it means to you to wear the uniform?” He

looked straight at the MPs. “Covering up the truth?” The men stared back at him,

completely unmoved by his words.

 

Blair erupted, “You are one more outburst from a court-martial, soldier.” He

stuck a thick finger in Puller’s face. “I don’t care who your old man is!” “Let

it go, John,” said his brother quietly as he gripped his arm. “I’m not letting

this go.” Knox came over to him and took his other arm. “Yes you are.” She