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…

together. A sickening realization settled into my gut like swallowed glass: I had failed my most fundamental mandate. I had left my blind spot completely exposed.

As the heavy landing gear of the transport finally violently kissed the concrete of the airbase tarmac, a secondary, personal device in my pocket chimed softly. It wasn’t an official update continue reading …