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To my son, John and my daughter, Anna, two outstanding members of the
Illinois Air National Guard and Generation D.
Jack Allen slowly opened his eyes, debated about closing them again and going back to sleep for a while longer, but the red glaring numbers from the digital alarm clock across the room already read 12:30 and he knew that was p.m. not a.m. As usual, he had spent all of his Saturday morning in bed and he had a million things to do that would not get done now. It was his nature, it always had been—except for the short time he had spent in Air Force training in Texas he rarely got out of bed before noon on Saturday and most of the time on Sundays. When he lived at home and wasn’t working on Sunday morning he only got out of bed because his parents pestered him until he begrudgingly crawled out to attend church. Sometimes he even resisted their pestering and slumbered on blissfully as they went off to church with his sister. Although older than Jack, she was just unable to ignore Dad’s wrath. Jack couldn’t always do it either, depending upon the level of its intensity at a given time.