Boss

During his fourth tour, he spent Christmas in Afghanistan. Dane found himself dreaming of his favorite time of the year. He didn’t have anyone special waiting for him, but if he did, he knew how he would make the Christmas holidays memorable for both of them. At night he’d take his special someone out to his ranch, have the sleigh readied and then take her on a sleigh ride across the fields. They would snuggle under a fur lap throw and drink his favorite blend of hot cocoa and Bailey’s Irish Cream. Sleigh bells would jingle and the sound of the horses moving through the snow would be the only things they heard. They wouldn’t talk, both of them taking in the moment. And then, when the time was right, and they stopped to gaze up at the moon and stars, Dane would take the ring box out of his pocket and ask her to marry him. She would gaze into his eyes, tears forming, and then she’d say—