The following week, I received a phone call from the base commander. He apologized for the way I had been treated and explained that the incident had been reviewed. Reese had been formally counseled about his conduct and reminded of the standards expected from someone in his position. The commander also asked whether I would consider speaking to a group of young soldiers about leadership and respect. At first, I hesitated. I was eighty-one, and I had no desire to become the center of attention. But then I remembered Emily standing beside me, wishing she had found the courage to speak. I decided that perhaps my experience could help someone else.<\/p>\n
When I returned to Fort Campbell, the room was filled with young soldiers. I stood beside the memorial wall and began by telling them about the people in the photograph. I spoke about the long shifts, the fear, the friendships, and the responsibility of caring for someone who depended on you. Then I explained that leadership wasn\u2019t measured by how loudly someone could give an order. It was measured by how they treated people who couldn\u2019t give them anything in return. Reese was sitting near the back. When our eyes met, he stood and apologized in front of everyone. This time, his words sounded different. He wasn\u2019t apologizing because he had discovered my rank. He was apologizing because he finally understood his behavior had been wrong.<\/p>\n
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