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…

harsh, unforgiving ecosystem, surrounded by the exact breed of men they used to casually step over on the street, they were absolutely nothing. They were just fresh prey.

Yet, as I stared at the digital feed, I didn’t experience the triumphant, intoxicating rush of victory I had anticipated. Instead, I felt a profound, tectonic shift occurring deep continue reading …