TROY, Michigan, 8 a.m. — Cover me. I’m going in. With all of the gumption I could muster before my second cup of coffee this morning, I headed out to the front lines. Compared with first responders and health care professionals – the real troops fighting this battle on the front lines – my assigned duty was small potatoes. Yet in these uncertain times when a night out means sweeping the garage with the door closed, I have to say that today I took one for the team. Or, as my commanding officer said: “You’re going to Kroger to shop for us since you’re not 60 yet.” And I don’t mean for…