Walter simply stared at the table, stunned.
The number meant nothing. The recognition meant everything.
Mason wasn’t finished. “We also have letters from five surviving members of his unit. They describe his leadership, his humility, his refusal to seek commendation. And a letter from General Richards, whose son Grady saved that same day. The General writes, quote, ‘If there is still justice in America, let it begin with this man.’ ”
When Mason stepped down, the applause began—quiet at first, then unstoppable until the bailiff restored order.
Carmichael folded his hands. “Mr. Grady, please approach the bench.”
Walter rose, legs shaking. The guards moved as if to assist, but he waved them off and walked on his own.
“Mr. Grady,” the judge said, “judicial ethics require that I disclose a conflict of interest. Yesterday I did not recognize you. Today I know you are the man who saved my life twenty years ago. If you wish, I will recuse myself and assign another judge.”
