Hosea Bethea recalled the rainy, windy night they laid his sister Belinda to rest. He sat beside his mama while she sang hymns, stifled her grief and stroked his hair intermittently. Only her little boy remained on the earth, her skinny, scrawny little boy, who would probably die a nobody, but she would never tell him that.
Hosea knew that's what she thought and could not help but agree. He checked his watch, sighed and brushed away a drop.
Sergeant Vince Coleman and his team of officers flew over the railroad embankment, continuing their mad dash southeast on Route 539. They drove five miles before they realized that the attackers had given them the slip.
Sergeant Andrew Gaines thought about football and the promising team from Army. He vowed to take in the Notre Dame game this year, n
