I CAME HOME FROM WAR TO FIND MY WIFE IN THE ICU - AND HER FATHER SMILING IN THE WAITING ROOM I hadn’t slept in 48 hours. The flight back from the Middle East was a blur of anxiety. When I finally ran into the hospital room, I froze. My wife, Brenda, was unrecognizable. Her face was swollen, purple, and broken. The doctor pulled me aside, his voice trembling. "Thirty-one fractures," he whispered. "Blunt force. Like... a hammer." My stomach turned inside out. I stumbled out to the waiting room, ne