I lean back, examining the map with squinted eyes. "Here," I said finally, pointing to an area on the map. "This is where I think they'd be."
"Winnipeg? Blaine, that doesn't seem very likely," Wes says, eying the map.
David sighs and rolls up the map. "It doesn't matter anyway. It's not like General Anderson is going to start asking us our opinions on strategics anytime soon. Even if you are his son, Blaine."
I let out a huff. "I'm sure if I had a-"
"Wesley, David," comes General Anderson's intimidating voice. "Come with me. I need your opinion on something."
My friends stand with incredulous looks on their faces. They straighten their uniforms hurriedly. "Yes, sir. Coming, sir." They exit the tent with a small wave.
I flop back onto my cot. "Damn."
"The new recruits," General Anderson tells me later that day, "will be coming in soon. And you'll be my second in command." The brisk pace we had been walking at was interrupted by my sudden halt.
"Yes, sir." I stand still after saluting my father.
"Son?"
I look up at him and throw my arms around him. "Thanks, Dad."