Ten
I reached down and felt for a pulse on his neck. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath. I let the air out. “He’s got a pulse.”
I rolled him off of her which was harder than it should have been for someone who was unconscious. “Why won’t he let go,” she asked.
“Think about it for a minute ma’am,” I said.
Once he was on his back, I opened his shirt remembering we all put on flak jackets and that was probably what saved them both. I turned him over again with his vest exposed. There were four bullets embedded into the shirt.
That was enough for his wife. “Oh my God. He did that to protect me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I unstrapped the jacket just as he was coming around. He sat straight up, “Abby!?”
“I’m right here Baby.” She fell onto him with her arms around him. When she came up for ai
