“My Daughter Called Me From A Hospital Bed And Whispered, ‘Mom… Please Come Get Me.’ I Walked In Still Wearing My Colonel’s Uniform. Her Husband’s Mother Smiled, ‘Your Rank Doesn’t Impress Us.’ I Answered, ‘I’m Not Going To Touch Anyone. I’m Going To Bury You Beneath Mountains Of Paperwork.’”

building relationships. You’re not going to destroy that because your daughter is upset.” As we left, Brandon laughed behind us. “This is going to be fun.” He had no idea how badly he’d underestimated me. For ten days, I did nothing the Prescotts could see. No interviews, no public accusations, no social media, no threats. From their perspective, I’d continue reading …