The SEAL Admiral Asked My Call Sign as a Joke — Until ‘Reaper Zero’ Made Him Freeze. Norfolk, Virginia—fluorescent lights humming, the U.S. flag barely stirring in the recycled air, forty officers in pressed uniforms sliding into rows while a projector throws blue maps across a white wall. My boots are polished, my notes are clean, and my voice—when it’s my turn—will be steady. I’ve spent years trusting the quiet math of competence: fly the mission, bring them home, let the work speak. It rarely

The SEAL Admiral Asked My Call Sign as a Joke — Until ‘Reaper Zero’ Made Him Freeze. 😱 Norfolk, Virginia—fluorescent lights humming, the U.S. flag barely stirring in the recycled air, forty officers in pressed uniforms sliding into rows while a projector throws blue maps across a white wall. My boots are polished, my notes are clean, and my voice—when it’s my turn—will be steady. I’ve spent years trusting the quiet math of competence: fly the mission, bring them home, let the work speak. It rar

The SEAL Admiral Asked My Call Sign as a Joke — Until ‘Reaper Zero’ Made Him Freeze. 😱 Norfolk, Virginia—fluorescent lights humming, the U.S. flag barely stirring in the recycled air, forty officers in pressed uniforms sliding into rows while a projector throws blue maps across a white wall. My boots are polished, my notes are clean, and my voice—when it’s my turn—will be steady. I’ve spent years trusting the quiet math of competence: fly the mission, bring them home, let the work speak. It rar