The Medal of Honor: A Daughter's Reckoning

D.C. took most of what was le

lothes, Dad' s cased Medal of Honor

out infection in his wrist. The threat from Rizzo

to him while he slept fitfully in

, his face tight wit

ching the country blur past, my stomach chur

ed at me? What if

if they

C. exhausted, g

was huge, impos

e, clutching the case w

stripes on his sleeve, approach

jor Michael Carter. He earned this." I held up the case,

owerful men in my city... they hurt him. The police,

own my face. I c

"I want my father back. Or... or for h

he Medal of Honor. His expression ch

a look with a

, a sergeant, asked. His voice was respectful. "T

ispered. "T

in his unit. I hadn't fully

, then at the medal. "Ma'

a crazy person. They treat

de, through corridors

ith a two-star

al Mi

at had seen too much but still held a spark of

this is Sarah Carter. She's Sergea

widened slightly when he saw the M

und his desk. "I... I lost touch aft

t there was a deep wel

shaky, "my brother David... he's

t, David's injuries, the police, the threats, t

hardened. His eyes, which had been

the silence in th

ter?" His voice was dangerously low. "To

ne. "Get me a line t

to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. He'll get

er me, so strong

ying back to your city. With a few of my people. It's time these.

l. He was my father's f

in weeks, I felt li