"Baby killer!"

I stumbled; someone jerking on your arm will do that. An egg splatted against the dark stone of the Pentagon where I had just stood, my savior's strong hand tightened his grip and steered me toward the subtly shifting entrance guards. My 'general' stare halted any ideas of retaliation from that direction, but the owner of the hand would be another matter.

"There ought to be a law!"

"There is. Freedom of speech," I ground out, allowing myself to be pulled away from the protesters.

"But..."

"It's what we die for Daniel. So others can voice their beliefs."