For 555 days Tristan Dugray had been in military school. For 555 dayshe had been locked up in the North Carolina boarding school that had made him as educated as he military strong.

And for the first time in 555 days Tristan would go out on a weekend pass. Maybe the Lord was real.

Him and five other guys were hitting the beachside downtown of Jacksonville, and God he felt free.

“Let’s pop in here!” His friend, David grinned, leading the group of boys into the pub.