“She felt sweat bead on her forehead, and dug a fingernail into her thumb to stop herself from weeping. She thought about her husband, John, and her two girls. She cursed herself for agreeing to visit the hospital and for… — Gary Haynes Copy Share Image
“He was walking down a narrow street in Beirut, Lebanon, the air thick with the smell of Arabic coffee and grilled chicken. It was… — Gary Haynes Copy Share Image
“She felt sweat bead on her forehead, and dug a fingernail into her thumb to stop herself from weeping. She thought about her husband,… — Gary Haynes Copy Share Image
“The shoot-to-kill order came through at zero one fifteen, relayed over a satellite radio. It’d been just three hours since the two-man reconnaissance team… — Gary Haynes Copy Share Image
