The phone rang late one night. It was my brother Kerry.
“Joe, Sammy’s plane was shot down during the air strike,” he said.
Sammy, our mutual friend, was a lieutenant colonel and fighter pilot with the Kuwait Air Force. Kerry quickly filled me in on the details. Sammy was alive, but he was being held prisoner. He’d been badly beaten. We didn’t know what would happen to him next or whether he’d even make it out.
At that point, I’d known Sammy
