Young Evan and little Eleanor clapped their hands, watching the soaring eagles climb into the limitless blue sky.
The white passenger ferries glided across the blue water.
The eagles climbed into the limitless blue sky.
The water ran deep and clear.
The ledger was closed forever.
And the quiet forty-two-year-old plumber who had watched his thirteen-year-old son kicked to the canvas and ridiculed by an arrogant state champion—stepping onto the mat in his socks to dodge a knockout punch by three-eighths of an inch—had answered a bully's cruelty with the full sovereign authority of the United States Armed Forces, unmasked eighty years of high treason, sent the dynasty to Leavenworth in chains, and reclaimed his rightful ground along with the defense bedrock of the Republic—finally, beautifully, and eternally free.
