The Demolition Expert​​

Summary

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had to cut away every shred of her clothing.

But my sweet, naive new wife decided to post about it online.

She called me, sobbing, demanding to know why I couldn’t have at least left her underwear on.

“I know you were saving her life, but doesn’t a girl’s dignity matter?”

“There were so many cameras on her! How is she supposed to live with that? Couldn’t you have just found a blanket to cover her?”

The story blew up. To control the public outrage, the department suspended me.