[…]at an Air Base he couldn’t pronounce, let alone spell. Although his family recently celebrated Thanksgiving, his father’s absence left a void, robbing him of reliving favorite moments of the past with his Dad: tossing the football in the backyard; pulling on the wishbone; and snuggling together as they watched and slept through a Cowboy’s game. With Christmas just a few weeks away, he found it a struggle to get excited. After an eternity the bell rings unleashing him into a sunny afternoon. Making a beeline to the playground, he imagines a familiar voice calling out his name. Ignoring it […]