Author name: Jenny Ng

Part 1 – The Boy in the Wheelchair and the Tow Truck I watched a nine-year-old boy slam his wheelchair into the front tire of a tow truck and scream that they would have to run him over before they touched a dead veteran’s van. I had flown across the country to clean out my […]

Part 1 – The Morning the Street Filled With Uniforms Forty-three veterans in faded uniforms filled my front yard at 7 a.m., and every single one of them said they were there to take my nine-year-old daughter to school so she wouldn’t have to walk alone.They stood shoulder to shoulder like a living wall of

Part 1: The Morning the Veterans Took the Sidewalk They were waiting for a nine-year-old boy, but from my office window it looked like an invasion: nearly forty combat veterans in faded field jackets lined up along the elementary school sidewalk that morning.They didn’t carry signs or yell anything ugly; they just stood there, boots

Part 1 – The Night Twenty-Two Veterans Became “The Bad Guys” Twenty-two combat veterans formed a tight circle around a sobbing seven-year-old girl in a midnight parking lot, and three million strangers watched it live on their phones, convinced we were the monsters in the story. By the time the sirens hit the edge of

Part 1: The Mad Sergeant at the Empty Lot People in my town say our ghosts are quiet, but every morning at 7:14 a.m. one old man in a faded uniform stands at an empty lot and shouts twelve names into empty air. The first time I filmed him, I thought I was catching harmless

Part 1 – The Day the Gate Closed The day a family theme park closed its gates on 150 children whose parents died in uniform, a scarred veteran on a bad knee made a ninety-second phone call that turned a private heartbreak into something the whole country would have to look at. None of us

Part 1 – The Day the Highway Turned into a Battlefield Twelve veterans formed a human wall around my screaming autistic son in the middle of an American highway while dozens of strangers held their phones higher, ready to watch him break instead of helping. In that instant I was certain I was about to

Part 1 – The Girl on the Courthouse Steps The morning I went to court to pay a fifty-dollar parking ticket, I ended up watching a fifteen-year-old girl beg an empty sidewalk to save her from a man the whole town called a hero. I wasn’t there to save anybody.My name is Jack Rivera, former

Part 1: The Boy Who Grabbed My Jacket The first time the boy grabbed my jacket, I thought he was just losing his balance on the curb. I’m a sixty-eight-year-old veteran with bad knees and worse reflexes, so my first instinct was to steady him, not push him away. I reached out to keep him

Part 1 – The Crumpled Flyer at Liberty Hall The night a six-year-old boy pushed open the door of our broken-down veterans’ bar, slapped a crumpled flyer on our table, and asked a room full of “dangerous soldiers” to guard his daddy’s coffin, every ghost we’d tried to drink away sat up and listened. By