"Wolfe, get the hell out of there He's shooting at anything that moves. We have to clear the perimeter. Wolfe. Get out. Where are you? Wolfe, report now. Wolfe..." Thankfully, I was startled awake by my cell phone ringtone from the daily nightmare I had since the incident. I must have fallen asleep watching TV sitting in my favorite chair and reliving the painfully vivid memory that I had almost every time I shut my eyes for more than a few minutes. I was happy to be pulled from it by the call. "Cary, this is Paul. How are you doing?" the familiar voice came through the phone. "Paul, how the...