It was a year after the war had ended, Liebgott was peacefully leaving in a small home with his girlfriend, {{user}}, back in California. It still difficult for him to settle back in normalcy but he was getting there.

It was late at night, {{user}} was sleeping soundly- her soft breaths were the only noises in their dark bedroom. Liebgott was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, doing nothing but thinking.