"Mitchell was a big kid, even a year ago. He was well over six feet tall and well-muscled, as I'm sure you ladies have noticed. His dad was an older version of Mitchell. One had only to look at Nate once, to know that he was a very capable man. We shared stories over dinner, including the fact that we were going north the next day and leaving our families in the capable hands of the Afghan military, along with four American Marines."Christine had been holding Mitchell's hand under the table and she felt it tense up as Patrick O'Leary got deeper into his story. Mitchell was very still, and a fine bead of sweat appeared on his brow."As I now recall the situation, Nate's jaw seemed to tighten up when I explained the security plans. I later learned that he was very concerned about the lure of American VIP's to terrorists. He didn't want to alarm us, nor did he want to cause an incident between governments by making statements that insulted or demeaned the Afghan government," concluded t
"By the Time our junket had returned, the dead Marines, Mitchell's father, along with Mitchell and the wounded Marine, had been evacuated from the premises. The blood on Nell and Janice was Mitchell's, since they had hugged him dearly before he was taken away. To avoid embarrassing the new government, the whole incident was downplayed. We were told that it would serve American interests better to not go public with the events of the day. Reluctantly, everyone agreed to go along with the story. What difference would the truth make? It wouldn't bring back those Marines, or Nate Kays. So, the public never heard of that battle in Kabul, or the bravery of those Marines and Nate Kays. And that's why I feel you need to know Mitchell's history and why he's so reluctant to talk about the incident."We never saw Mitchell again. At least not until Nell saw a sports report one night a month or two ago describing the record setting efforts of the quarterback, Mitchell Kays. Then she searched on Yo
"Sir, we'll hold you to that," asserted Laura. "Our hospital is small, but we service a lot of people over a wide area. We're way too light on supplies like blood and plasma, as well as staff and equipment. We're fine for the occasional car accident, but a major incident, like a bus crash, would probably overtax our resources. Christine's class has hit on a very real need in our area. I'll be coming up with Christine and Mitchell to shake the trees for funds for the hospital every chance I get."As dinner was winding down, Nell broached a new subject. "I haven't mentioned it, but after getting my undergraduate degree in Marketing, I studied at a fashion institute in New York. Watching Christine and Mitchell on video and in person makes me believe that I could design a line of clothes featuring you two. I would call the label 'Lady in Red', and it would feature mostly clothes for young women, but have some clothes for men, more or less intended to match with the outfits of the lady. I'
"You're my boyfriend and I don't know anything about you. I just learned that you were in Afghanistan, and in a shootout with Taliban. I never dreamed you could've been in anything like that. I need you to tell me everything about your life. Will you be totally honest with me from now on?" asked Christine quietly."Yes, I will. I realize that I've kept things to myself. It's a habit I've gotten into the past year or so. I've been alone a lot. I didn't know how you'd feel about that war story and kept putting off telling you, replied to Mitchell. "I don't think this is a good time, or place to go into my life story. Your dad has some strong feelings about my behavior toward you. Having you alone in a bedroom with me, in the dark, at midnight sure doesn't fit with what he expects.""You're not really afraid of my dad. You're way bigger and stronger than he is. That night he shocked you, it looked like you hardly felt it. Why do you pretend to worry so about my father?""I don't pretend
"Thank you everyone for coming out to show your support for the State Champions. The first order of business; however, is to give the microphone to Edward and Holly Tucker. They have something they'd like to tell us,” Stated Coach Anderson as Ed and Holly Tucker worked their way to the stage."Everyone here knows what happened the other day," began an emotional Ed Tucker. "Our two kids were in a car submerged in the icy waters of Snake River. They could have died. They would have died if not for the heroic efforts of Mitchell Kays and Christine Leonard. What they did was incredible. We have no wish to embarrass them with all kinds of praise and promises, but we, my wife and I, are indebted to them. We Will never forgets that. If our kids grow up to be like them, we'll be the happiest couple on the planet. Thanks, guys."The couple then walked over to Mitchell and Christine and embraced them as the crowd cheered and whistled. Christine and both Tuckers frequently wiped tears from their
"Thanks, Mitchell." was all a stunned Coach Anderson was able to manage as Mitchell hurried away. Mitchell had seen his Uncle Joe in the last row of bleachers. He had never been able to get him to leave his apartment for more than a few minutes and was shocked to see him sitting in the gym."Uncle Joe." called Mitchell as he hurried up to join his uncle. "I didn't think you'd come, but I'm so glad you did. What did you think? Did you see my girl? She's a beauty, isn't she?""Yeah, she sure is, Mitchell, and she's standing right behind you," chuckled Mitchell's uncle. "I kept seeing all this hullabaloo on TV. She's saved your ass a Time or two and I wanted to meet her, so here I am. If you aren't too ashamed of me, would you introduce us?"Before Uncle Joe could complete his sentence, Christine had flung herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Joe was taken by surprise, but soon found himself smiling as he patted Christine's back."Girl, you sure make an old man feel good. I'm Mi
Mitchell arrived at the Leonards' home shortly after noon on Thanksgiving Day. As he guided his uncle up the driveway, he counted the cars in the drive. "There's going to be quite a few people here today, Uncle Joe. Don't let it bother you. They're all friends and some of the best people I've ever met. Mrs. Leonard is a fantastic cook. You'll have a great Time.""I hope you're right," replied Mitchell's uncle. "I don't like crowds very much. You know that. If that sweet talking girl of yours hadn't made such a big deal of it, I'd have stay home. I go out once to see my nephew after he wins the state football title and the next thing you know, I'm a regular globe trotter.""We're only a few miles from home. Christine and her family would've been really disappointed if we didn't come. Try to have a good Time. I know you'll love the food," promised Mitchell.When Mitchell rang the doorbell, the door was opened by an attractive woman in her sixties. "You must be Mrs. Leonard's sister. I'm
"Mitchell and I are going to take a walk after we clean up and the men start watching football. I haven't had much alone time with him, and I want to have him to myself for a little while. I can't be fighting off my sisters, cousins, aunts, mother, and grandmother all the Time just to talk with him.""Don't be gone too long," cautioned Melissa. "We're going to be watching videos of you two at half Time of one of the games. I want you both here to watch them with us."A short Time later, Mitchell and Christine strolled down the sidewalk away from her house. "Mitchell, I haven't been alone with you very much in the last week or so. It was just a week ago that you dove into Snake River to save those two kids.""And you pulled me out in the nick of Time. I'll always be in your debt. If you ever need something, or help with something, just let me know. I'll do just about anything for you, Christine.""I'll take you up on that. You'll have me around a lot, so save my life sometime and we'll