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My stepfather—the town’s police chief—handc:uffed me in my mother’s kitchen because he thought I was ly:ing about a secure government call. “You’re still playing soldier,” my stepbrother laughed as he filmed it. Then the voice on my phone said, “General Mitchell, is there a problem?” Instead of letting go, my stepfather raised his we@pon, thre:w me to the kitchen floor, and shouted, “Who do you think you are?” He had no idea who was listening.