Trained field officer or not, he was a kid, a frightened kid, and probably had as much to lose as Ryan had. Like hell, Ryan thought, I have a wife and two kids, and if I don’t get to him fast, I’ll sure as hell lose them. Merry Christmas, kids, your daddy just got blown up. Sorry there’s no body to bury, but you see . . . It occurred to Ryan to pray briefly—but for what? For help in killing another man? It’s like this, Lord
