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…

distant, hollow, and irrelevant now. I had inadvertently unearthed a new, far more vital mandate: protecting those whom the arrogant elites of the world genuinely believed they could crush with absolute impunity.

As Clara gently commenced her very first, agonizingly slow session of physical therapy later that evening, a nervous, young hospital administrator continue reading …