Second ChanceChapter 9
Home, finally. Sort of... The military transport that shuttled me home was quite comfortable. Being a two-star general might have had something to do with that. You know... Could have been at least somewhat connected. Clair flew into my arms, while Jenny held my son, Phillip Rasmussen, Junior. Being engulfed in love and kisses kept me from meeting my namesake for several minutes, but it was worth the wait. Phillip Junior, or Two, as I immediately started to call him, was simply...