By Travis Raymond
I served my country and its president for five years in the army, but had never laid eyes on the commander-in-chief in person. When I learned that President Obama would be coming to Cleveland State, I obtained a ticket to see him.
The line to hear the President speak stretched for more blocks than I could see, and I had an impending class that I was unwilling to miss. So after being told I couldn’t stand atop the parking garage at East 17th and Chester, I joined a small group of students and perhaps one professor on top of the central garage. I was there about two minutes when I saw secret service agents walking directly toward us. I pulled my driver’s license and student identification cards from my wallet. I knew what was coming.
After verifying my service record, one of the agents asked, “Are you feeling okay? Are you angry about anything?”