Special Services
Tim Purdy balanced on his right (and only) leg and fished a pair of crutches out of the back seat of the Veteran’s Administration transport van. The sun was scorching on this late July morning just outside Atlanta. ‘Thanks for the ride, Mike,’ he called. ‘No problem, Tim. Same time tomorrow, right?’ ‘I’ll be ready.’ Tim slid the van’s door closed and checked the area. Since coming back from Afghanistan, he was much more aware of his physical surroundings than the ordinary American. He...