Holiday Heroes
A Soldier For All Seasons\Christmas At His Command
Jon Erikson wandered into Conard City, Wyoming, like a man lost in the midst of a wild blizzard. Only he wasn't lost, he had grown up here. But it had been so long, and he'd been so far away, that he felt more lost than he had since his first days in Afghanistan.
He found Mahoney's Bar where it had always been. The thought of bellying up to the bar and ordering a beer had been whirling in his dreams for a long time now. Stomping the snow off his boots, he walked inside.
Nothing had changed, except some of the faces. They all turned to look at him, but none seemed to recognize him. Why should they? He hadn't been back here in a long, long time.
Only Mahoney gave him a second glance, as he drew a draft beer for him and put it in front of him. "I know you?" Mahoney asked finally.
Jon wasn't sure he wanted to answer, but finally he said, "I lived here a long time ago."
Mahoney nodded. "Must've been a kid. You look like you've put in a lot of tough miles."
Jon gave him a nod, then lifted the frothy beer to his mouth.
Mahoney didn't press him any further, apparently figuring it was none of ... read full excerpt from: Holiday Heroes ebook
