MY RICH DAD SAID “GLORIFIED MEDIC” AT HIS $2M PARTY

into a metal coffin.”

I kept counting. Twenty-one. Twenty-two. The General’s voice became the beat, my hands the percussion.

“There were three men in that vehicle. Two were gone instantly. The third was thrown clear, but… he wasn’t in good shape. His legs were a mess. He was bleeding out in the dust.”

The General paused. He looked around the room, at continue reading …