He Tried to Publicly Humiliate Me, Calling Me a "Paper Pusher" in Front of the Entire Command. Then He Tried to Open My File. The Pentagon's Highest-Level Alarm Shut Down the Entire Room. The ballroom at Annapolis gleamed. It was a practiced, sterile shine, the kind that cost tens of thousands in government contracts to maintain. Crystal chandeliers, relics of an older, grander Navy, cast a cold light on the polished brass buttons and mirrored shoes of America's naval elite. I was in the fourth