Sergeant Leah Matthews clutched her boarding pass, her tired eyes scanning the bustling airport terminal. After six grueling months in Afghanistan, she was finally heading home. The weight of her experiences hung heavy on her shoulders, but a small smile tugged at her lips as she thought of seeing her family again.
“Now boarding, first class for Flight 237 to Chicago,” the announcement crackled over the speakers.
Leah blinked in surprise. First class? She double-checked her ticket, confirming that, yes, she indeed had a first-class seat. It must have been a mix-up or an upgrade, but she wasn’t about to question her luck.
As she made her way down the jet bridge, Leah’s military-issued boots echoed against the walls. She stepped onto the plane, the familiar smell of recycled air filling her nostrils. The first-class cabin gleamed with….Read Full Story Here…………….
