I was in the third row when Commander Rourke slapped Leona Ward. The crack cut through the morning air; two hundred soldiers froze. She didn’t flinch. She touched her cheek, looked at him, and…
The crack of an open hand against skin cut across the training field. Two hundred soldiers froze. Commander Rourke had slapped Sergeant Leona Ward hard enough to snap most heads sideways. She didn’t move. Her boots stayed planted. Her posture stayed centered. Her head turned a few degrees with the impact, then drifted back into … Read more