“What?” he ground out.“Sir, that transport carrying the medical personnel from Japan has been delayed by winds aloft. They aren’t going to land for another hour.” The clerk, dressed in a starched and pressed khaki uniform, gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, sir. I know you’ve been waiting a long time.”With a curt nod, Chase thanked him, limping away from the desk with the aid of a cane. He hated the cane, but it was better than hobbling around on crutches, which he’d thrown away last month.Unhappy over the delay in Rachel’s flight, his leg aching, he went over to the lounge filled with plastic-backed chairs and sat down. Military personnel were constantly moving in and out the doors leading to the landing apron where aircraft were parked. Most were wounded soldiers returning from Korea. Others, like himself, waited patiently for loved ones to arrive from overseas.He stretched out his injured leg, scowling at it. Lately he’d been a bear about everything. Four months without Rachel had worn on him.
