A Few Good Men Parents Guide Novels & Stories

That evening after we’d enrolled him in elementary school, Logan wasn’t at home, so Artie and I sat in the courtyard enjoying the cool evening breeze. He lay in my lap, watching me sew his schoolbag whilst telling me, “Mom, when I start school, I’ll study really hard and serve the country. Just like Dad. “Mom, do you believe I’ll become a great hero like Dad?” I stroked his head, my face beaming with pride. “Of course, I do. Our Artie is the best.” I never thought that just a few days later, he would be taken from me forever right before school started, all because of Logan’s failure to come to his aid.

I whispered, my voice completely dead, the micro-SD card in my pocket suddenly feeling like a worthless piece of plastic. ​"Now, we finish the transaction," a deep, gravelly voice boomed from the threshold. ​I whipped my head around. Julian was standing in the doorway. ​He didn't have his rifle. He didn't look angry anymore. He looked at my father, then at me, a low, dark, pitying chuckle escaping his chest as he walked into the room, unbuttoning his cuffs with a slow, terrifying elegance. ​"You're a genius, Arthur," Julian murmured, stopping five feet from my father. "You almost pulled it off. You almost made me believe I was the one holding the leash. But you forgot one fundamental rule of

"Please don't do this. I'll sign the papers. I'll give you whatever you want. Just don't-" "Too late for that." He shoved me toward the opening. "You should have been more cooperative from the start." I had no choice. I climbed down the stairs, my hands shaking, and my breath coming in short gasps. The bunker had no windows, just darkness and the musty smell of earth and decay. I fought the urge to vomit and looked up to see the man I had called Father standing at the top of the stairs. "If you're good,” he said. "Maybe I'll bring your husband to you before I kill him and let you say goodbye. I'm generous like that."