Wounds That Never Heal

I graduated from the Jackson (MS) Police Academy in 1995. The training was 12 weeks of hell during which our instructors did their best to prepare us to work some of the most dangerous streets in the country.While on patrol in the summer of 1996, I received a call from dispatch that an unarmed man had been shoplifting at a grocery store. The security guard attempted to apprehend the suspect but was unsuccessful. As the security guard placed handcuffs on one of the suspect's wrists, the suspect a