way.
Johnny Winger spied his father striding quickly across the parade grounds, Brad and Joanna right behind. Jamison Winger had a huge grin on his face. They came together and embraced long and hard.
“I just wish Mom could be here,” Johnny muttered softly. They shook hands firmly, then embraced again.
“She is, son. She is.” Mr. Winger pushed his son back and held him at arm’s length. “Let me take a look at all that brass on you---“
“I’m still having trouble believing it,” Joanna said in his ears. “John Winger, 2nd Lieutenant in the Quantum Corps.”
Winger was grinning from ear to ear. He parried a shoulder punch from Brad. “Beats the hell out of shoveling hay on a ranch, doesn’t it?”
That brought laughs to everybody.
About the Author
Philip Bosshardt is a native of Atlanta, Georgia. He works for a large company that makes products everyone uses…just check out the drinks aisle at your grocery store. He’s been happily married for 25 years. He’s also a Georgia Tech graduate in Industrial Engineering. He loves water sports in any form and swims 3-4 miles a week in anything resembling water. He and his wife have no children. They do, however, have one terribly spoiled Keeshond dog named Kelsey.
To get a peek at Philip Bosshardt’s upcoming work, recent reviews, excerpts and general updates on the writing life, visit his blog The Word Shed at: https://thewdshed.blogspot.com.
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