““legends didn’t die. They just… were there. Always. His voice dry and scratchy, he said, “Heard what, sir? I just got back in town from Fort Sill. Is it my father?” “No, it’s your brother,” said White. “My brother?” His brother was in the most secure military prison in the country. Now Puller’s mind turned to other possibilities involving his sibling. “Has he been injured?” Puller didn’t know how that could be. There were no riots at the DB. But then again, one of the guards had slugged Bobby””
