“Failure to obey an order or regulation.”

Nathan did not speak.

“You have also violated Article 134, bringing discredit upon the armed forces,” I continued.

“I have the authority to refer this to a general court-martial.”

Nathan’s hands began to shake, and he clenched them into fists.

“Admiral, please,” he said.

“A court-martial will mean federal prison, Commander,” I said.

“It will also mean the loss of your pension and a dishonorable discharge.”

“I have served for twelve years,” Nathan said, his voice cracking.

“I have a spotless record.”

“You had a spotless record,” I said.

I picked up a pen from the tray in front of me.

“But I am prepared to offer you an alternative,” I said.

Nathan leaned forward, his eyes desperate.

“What alternative?”

“You will sign a confession of non-judicial punishment,” I said.

“You will accept a demotion to Lieutenant.”

Nathan looked as if he had been struck in the chest.

“Lieutenant?” he whispered.

“And you will submit a request for voluntary administrative separation from the United States Navy,” I said.

“Effective immediately.”

“That’s my career,” Nathan said.

“It’s over.”