At 8:07 on a Tuesday morning, an airport police officer seized me by the arm while I stood in Navy Service Dress Blues

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If Vance had checked my military ID, the entire confrontation could have ended almost immediately. If he had handled the sealed travel packet through the proper procedure, he would have discovered something else as well: I wasn't simply traveling through Atlanta for a vacation. My arrival time, my uniform, and my movement through the airport had all been coordinated, and people far above the level of airport police were waiting for me.I couldn't tell him everything contained in those orders. I didn't have to. My identity could be confirmed without exposing classified or restricted information.But Vance had already reached his conclusion.“Turn around,” he ordered.I looked directly at him. “Officer, before you do this, verify my identification.”“Hands where I can see them.”“They are where you can see them.”

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At 8:07 on a Tuesday morning, an airport police officer seized me by the arm while I stood in Navy Service Dress Blues

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