Excerpt for God's Banker The young SEAL slowly raised his right hand in salute. All 243 of America’s Squadron saluted their President at the same time. “Oorah, son,” said the President. The young lieutenant hadn’t expected that from America’s chief executive. “Oorah, Mr. President,” he said back in a loud and proud voice that did justice to any man or  woman who ever wore the uniform. “Oorah,” thundered 243 voices behind him. The President stood in the summer sunshine of Washington DC. At this moment,  he realized there was no place on this earth that he would rather be than right here. The  finest examples of courage and bravery in the American people he had the privilege of  serving stretched before him. These people had taken time out of their busy lives to come  here to the White House to see him. About what the President still couldn’t say. But he  could smell the ribs already beginning to smoke next to the hastily erected canopie...