7
“How do I become an officer?”
Elizabeth Karen looked across at Vicki. Her question had come out of the blue, except Airman Cortez never did anything arbitrary—not even ask a question.
The airman had been quiet for a week since the failed meeting, sharing even fewer thoughts than normal. And now? It was a heck of a question.
“You need to attend OTS—Officer Training School,” Elizabeth answered. “Though I didn’t because I went through college on a ROTC program instead.”
Vicki continued to watch her with no change of expression.
“I have degrees in education and working with the hearing impaired. My ‘for fun’ classes were math and physics—which I suppose is how I came to the general’s attention. I handle most of his training sessions. I joined the general’s staff when he was still a maj
