A Soldier's Promise. Cheryl Wyatt

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      Dedications

      To Mom, who always said I could.

      To my favorite soldier, Dad, who always said

       I could do it better.

      To Lisa, who always said she could do it better. Grin.

      To Billy. Not one soldier marching around my imagination

       could occupy the place you’ve secured in my heart.

      To Granny Nellie and Aimee. I could not have done this

       had you not stepped in while I went MIA from my

       Hide-N-Seek posts to write.

      To Mag, Eno and Randa. I love you to infinity.

       Ready or not…here I come!

      To my editor, Melissa Endlich, for handing me

       this dream in the form of a contract.

      To my agent, Tamela Hancock Murray of Hartline,

       for seeing promise in my work.

      Thank you, Lord, for remembering our dreams

       even when we feel they’re long lost.

      I love you all beyond what words can express.

      Contents

      Acknowledgments

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Acknowledgments

      To fellow author Anne Greene and her personal hero, Colonel Larry Greene, U.S. Army Special Forces, Ranger, and the other military contacts (you know who you are) who’ve helped me validate research for this series. May the Lord watch over you and your loved ones as you watch over our country. Thank you for serving.

      To Lynette at Lifeway in Carterville, Illinois. Little did we know when you led me down the Christian fiction aisle that God used you as a traffic director to walk me into my destiny as an author.

      Chapter One

      “Sure you wanna do this, Montgomery?” Fellow U.S. Air Force Pararescue Jumper Nolan Briggs asked above the engine hum.

      “I’m sure.” Joel shifted away from the window as the luxury jet broke through wispy Southern Illinois clouds on descent to the one place on earth he never wanted to see again.

      Refuge. The irony made him snort.

      Nolan leaned close enough for Joel to inhale toxic doses of mafia-strength garlic. “’Cause if you don’t, we’ll handle it.”

      Teammate Manny Peña joined Nolan in the passenger aisle. “Yeah. Nobody’ll know if you don’t make the jump, dude.”

      Joel fastened a gaze on his well-meaning friends and fellow PJs, and aimed a thumb at his sternum. “I’ll know.”

      And so would that kid.

      “It’s gonna be tougher than you think,” Nolan said.

      Hardest mission of his life. Especially on a cold Friday in September. Joel laced his boot. “Nah. Piece of cake.”

      “Right. Like running a catering service with an Easy-Bake.” Manny clicked the overhead bin open.

      “No sweat.” Joel tugged his chute pack from under the seat.

      “Not a drop,” Nolan agreed. “But the offer still stands.”

      “He asked for me. I can’t let him down, guys.” Joel retrained a determined gaze on the small town peeking up at him. Recognition of his old neighborhood clogged his throat. He clenched his jaw against a surge of unwanted emotion. He looked away from familiar landmarks. “I’ll be fine.”

      As long as he steered clear of that house, and the uncle who’d destroyed his family, he’d be fine.

      A chorus of unconvinced faces stared back at Joel when he looked up. A torrent of vulnerability rushed through him at their perception. He torqued his gaze out the window. True. They could do this without him and spare him the pain.

      Except for one thing.

      He tugged the letter out of his chest pocket. Unfolding it, he eyed the elementary attempt at cursive.

      My name’s Bradley. I’m eight and I have cancer. My teacher called Dream Corps who said I should write a letter about СКАЧАТЬ