They Mocked Me as Just a “Babysitter”—But When My Combat Dog Froze in the Arizona Dark, They Didn’t Realize We Were the Only Ones Who Could See the Kill Zone.
CHAPTER 1: The Vibration of the Earth The sound was low, a vibration that started deep in the ancient tectonic plates of the earth and rumbled up through the Vibram soles of my boots. It was 4:30 a.m. in the Arizona desert, a time when the world holds its breath, caught between the deep, star-dusted…