My Father Smirked and Told the Wedding Guests

text arrived.

General Foster.

Wheels up in 90. Bring the folder.

I looked back once at the hotel windows glowing dull yellow against the dark.

Then I got in the car and drove toward the base, where paper waited, along with aircraft, fuel, weather, orders, and the thousands of lives people like my father never imagine when they hear the word desk.

Would continue reading …