The K-9 Would Not Let Anyone Touch the Wounded SEAL, Until a Rookie Nurse Spoke a Secret Unit Code!
At 2:14 a.m., the emergency department doors at St. Jude’s Memorial burst open with a force that made the night shift start. Two soldiers, streaked with grime and gasping for breath, barreled through the sterile white light, pushing a gurney at a dead sprint. On the mattress lay a Navy SEAL, his uniform shredded Gore-Tex…