I OWE B.J. JACKSON this story. I got him into trouble five years ago when he and I snuck out of Brooke Army Medical Center (BAMC) -- leaving a network TV correspondent fuming -- and went to lunch on the San Antonio River Walk. Helping him play hooky from his PR duties was worth it just to see the kids gawking at him as he walked along the river. He had the coolest prosthetics where his legs used to be. Read More