My father-in-law and his eight sons b/ea/t my pregnant wife until she lost our baby… then laughed outside her ICU door, mocking me as a “worthless, broke soldier.” They had no idea I wasn’t just any soldier-I was the commander of a black-ops hit squad. As my phone buzzed with a message reading “Target confirmed,” I looked at them and whispered…

was a waking, hallucinatory hell. For fourteen agonizing hours, I was a phantom confined within a pressurized metal tube. I was a professional who traded exclusively in kinetic, permanent solutions, yet strapped into that canvas webbing, I was reduced to complete and humiliating impotence.

I stared at Clara’s photograph until the colors began to bleed continue reading …