I’ve been in the army long enough to know one hard truth: you can’t save everyone. That knowledge doesn’t make it easier—if anything, it makes the weight heavier. I remember the call from Mindy like it was yesterday. Her voice was soft, careful. “John,” she said, “they told me… the little girl’s entire family is gone.” I already knew. I was there when they brought her in. She was six, wrapped in blood-soaked blankets, her body trembling with fear and pain. Her cries echoed down the hospital hallway—raw, gut-wrenching cries from a child who had lost everything. The rebels had…
