My stepfather, a jealous police officer, handcuffed me while I was on a secure phone call with the Pentagon. He pulled out his gun, shoved me to the ground, and yelled, “Who do you think you are?” Five minutes later, five black SUVs stormed in. Because—I am a general. – True Stories

“Let her embarrass me? In my own home?”

I stayed still. Training does that. Pain becomes information. Fear becomes weather. Panic becomes something you put in a box until later.

“You have made several mistakes,” I said.

Frank barked out a laugh. “Listen to her. Handcuffed and still lecturing.”

“You used department restraints outside lawful procedure. continue reading …