“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.’”

fear in her voice, the drive to the hospital, seeing my daughter bruised and alone. Most of all, the words that started everything. Mom… come get me. In the end, the Prescotts lost nearly everything: their companies, their reputation, their fortune, their influence, their carefully constructed image of power. But none of that was the real punishment.continue reading …