She snuggled back down, about to tell her tale, when I interrupted. "One more thing, honey. The press were all over the story, and posted pictures of me flying over the railing, the child in my arms. She never got a scratch, by the way. There was quite an uproar for a couple of weeks before the press turned to something else. Two months after it happened, when I was finally healed, the Colonel ordered us into our dress uniforms and took us to London. We took a drive that ended up at Buckingham Palace. In a small room, Charlie received the St. George's Medal, and was Knighted by the...