‘IF YOUR MOM MADE YOU THIS WEAK, SHE MUST BE PATHETIC TOO!’ Daniel Reeves was never the loudest, never the show-off, never the guy who tried to look tough. But he was the one whose bunk was always perfect, whose boots shined like glass, whose reports were neat, whose discipline never slipped. Quiet. Focused. Steady. And in a barracks full of men who confused noise with strength, that quietness painted a target on his back. It began almost harmlessly: “Reeves, you want us to tuck you in tonight?”