I have tried adding more contect to this story part: what else should I do: June 18th, 1994, was a day that felt like a gentle caress on the skin. The air was cool and comfortable, with no suffocating heat to weigh down on the world. The sun shone brightly from behind the trees, illuminating the foliage and creating patches of sunlight that danced across the ground. 
The leaves swayed gently in the mild breeze, rustling softly like a lullaby. 
As Jon Beckman Halcoc, a First Lieutenant in The United States Air Force (U.S.A.F.), looked out the window of his home, he could hear the characteristic sound of helicopters hovering overhead. ‘Seems like yesterday, but no, the way things went off, the way things are still, will they resolve, wish I knew’ thought Jon. 
In the kitchen on the radio the sound of jazz could be herd.
They were there for news and police coverage, a reminder of the world beyond his peaceful street. The Doppler Effect produced by distant traffic was also noticeable, a constant hum in the background. 
In the yards on his street, dogs played and slept their barks and snores adding to the symphony of sounds. 
Every so often, a cat would be seen sleeping on a wall, basking in the warmth of the sun. 
Jon lightly tapped on the wooden window frame, taking in the beauty of the day before proceeding to climb upstairs. He strolled with a cane, a reminder of the mishap that occurred during his deployment abroad. 
As he reached the top of the stairs, he discovered Emily unzipping a suitcase on their bed. The scent of freshly laundered clothes filled the room, and Jon could feel the softness of the sheets under his fingertips. 
He took a deep breath, savouring the moment before breaking the news to Emily that they would be flying to Los Angeles the following day. Jon didn't want to go, but it was time to resolve a family dispute that had been going on since 1986. 
‘Painful as it is I have to go. he said…there are things to resolve that cannot be done any other way. I am so near to closure and yet what will I do when I find it’
It was time to put things to rest, and he knew that he couldn't avoid it any longer. 
With a heavy heart, he watched as Emily continued to pack, the sound of the zipper closing on the suitcase echoing in his mind, the sound was like a note of finality. 
As the day drew to a close, Jon couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. He knew that the next few days would be difficult, but he also knew that it was necessary. He closed his eyes, taking in the sounds and smells of the day, committing them to memory before the journey ahead.
 ‘Hello,’ Jon said quietly.
Emily turned, smiled in response.
'Sorry we have to do this and for dragging you into this in the first place,' Jon said, propping his head on the door frame.
Are you sure we have to go there, Jon?' Emily tried being her most reassuring self.
'I genuinely appreciate it! That means a lot to me.' Even so, yes, we do need to leave.
'If I could find a different way, I'd take it, but there isn't one that works.' Jon sighed and looked down, despondent.
'Okay, it's settled. We're going to your parents' house. Your sister Anna is coming, right?
'She would, but the way things are between her and Mom, I don’t want another repeat of that.'
‘Not an enjoyable occasion. That's right, I recall it now! Anna really let loose on that long diatribe. About your mom, Cristina, not showing her proper respect and how she was beyond frustrated.’
'Look, we're booked through on the Red Eye tomorrow at 22:00 p.m.'
 ‘We'll go to get this sorted out,’ ‘Then I won't have to see them for a while, anyway!’
Emily smiled at Jon, relieved a family dispute, begun eight years ago with a disagreement. Might soon end.
June 7th was when it all started. Jon’s father, Jake Halcoc, had served in NAM flying F4s; he retired as a lieutenant major. His uncle Steve had served in both Korea and NAM and retired as a lieutenant colonel.
'Jon, when do you have to report back to the base?' Jake said,
‘Not like you, already forgetting!’ Friday of next week, so another seven days; don't worry, I'm not going absent without leave (AWOL)... Okay!' Jon said.
'Make sure you don't, because you're in the Air Force, and that means something in this family.' 'Anything less, and well, there goes the country; you might as well quit.'
‘Let the Reds take over the democratic world; damn freeloaders in the service nowadays!’
‘Jon remembered…There goes dad again it’s the same old chime about the service today, I wish he’d stop, but still he’d only get worse if he was told to stop’
‘That's not in order; it will never be my intention. Either by deliberate action or by other design, barring accident. To ever do that? I intend being in the service for a long time. Comparing me to the red menace doesn't serve anyone, okay?’ Jon said.
'What in all the heavens is going on in here?’ ‘Now let’s not have any more talk between you about going AWOL. Comparing someone to the Red Menace; it's unpleasant, unpatriotic, and un-American.' Jon's mom, Cristina Edger Halcoc, said.
While looking out of the large bay window of their home. Across-their yard to the Stars and Stripes flag flying in the breeze.
After that, things settled down for a while, and all seemed well.
‘Jon, is Emily over tonight?’ ‘I’ll make certain there’s extra if she is’.
‘She is… But mom, if Anna’s coming, be-sure she doesn’t go off I’m not having Emily endure that!’
'Look, Jon, you know well how Anna gets. She’s twenty-four now. I cannot go around telling her to do this and that; all we can manage is what we can.' ‘There’s nothing else for it.’
Jon looked down and pondered what to do. His sister had a history of violence. Was unstable; she wouldn’t take medication if offered or ordered to do so.