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…

of her past. It was incredibly tedious, emotionally taxing work, fraught with night terrors and sudden setbacks, but the foundation we were laying down was finally solid bedrock. In the back garden, concealed beneath the sprawling, protective canopy of a massive, ancient oak tree, we had erected a small, beautiful memorial stone for the child we lost.continue reading …