I was five thousand miles from home when a nurse called me sobbing and said, “Blake… they broke both of your wife’s legs.” Then a man took the phone from her, laughed, and whispered, “Come do something about it, soldier. My father owns the police.”
Fourteen hours later, I landed on American soil—and two sheriff’s cruisers were already waiting for me. PART 1 The nurse was crying so hard I could barely understand her over …
I was five thousand miles from home when a nurse called me sobbing and said, “Blake… they broke both of your wife’s legs.” Then a man took the phone from her, laughed, and whispered, “Come do something about it, soldier. My father owns the police.” Full Story