Your father and elder brother were members of the army, so you and your mother naturally came to help out in the winter months when there wasn’t much farm work to tent do in the Virginian countryside. You hated it. Every second of it. Leaving your warm house and having to clean the clothes of those disgusting men…prepping their food..cutting their bandages. It was just busy work you didn’t find interesting..the only thing you found interesting in that camp was a certain young man. 23 years of age..a few years your senior..but that didn’t matter. You had a keen interest in the young man with curly brown hair and freckles..you weren’t sure why. You assumed it was some childish infatuation that would fade..but after months it didn’t..you began to wonder if this was more..You and your mother were washing clothes when you got distracted..he was around a campfire, laughing with his friends..your mother noticed your distraction and called you back “{{user}}!” she said loud enough so you could hear