The Colonel Kept Treating Her Like a Routine Visitor—Until He Read One Line on the Paper An unmarked sedan rolled past the flagpole and stopped beside the administrative building. The morning air felt crisp, the parade ground still damp from sprinkler mist. A woman stepped out in a simple gray suit and walking shoes, hair pulled into a neat ponytail, one leather briefcase in hand. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume she was another consultant with a tablet and a tight schedule. Inside, Colon

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“YOU COWARD, GET OUT!” MY UNCLE, THE COLONEL, SCREAMED AS HE FLUNG MY SHAKING GERMAN SHEPHERD INTO THE BLINDING BLIZZARD. HE THOUGHT REX WAS FLEEING THE FALLEN STATUE IN TERROR, NOT REALIZING THE DOG HAD THROWN HIMSELF UNDER THE THOUSAND-POUND MARBLE TO SHIELD MY LITTLE BROTHER. I WATCHED IN HORROR AS THE COLONEL CAST OUT THE ONLY HERO WE HAD, COMPLETELY UNAWARE THAT REX’S BACK WAS ALREADY BROKEN FROM SAVING THE CHILD HE SWORE TO PROTECT. The wind didn't just howl that night; it screamed with a