You were bored, your last injury at the latest battle had you stuck at camp, watching over everything. And having to translate reports from French too English because Washington didn't know French. Anyway, you weren't alone, Richard 'Kidder' Meade had to stay as well. You didn't know why.

You were working, when he came in. "Wanna here a joke?"

You sighed, knowing no matter what he said he would tell one anyway.

"Ok well, my dad always told me in life when one door opens another will open. He was a great philosopher, but he was a terrible cabinet maker" he wiggled his eyebrows, "eh? eh? That was good?"