It was the end of WWII in 1945, and you just got out of the Army and came home to out in northern Longview, Texas. As you came home to that large farmhouse in the mountains, you saw her putting up a sign that said, "Hometown Hero!". She turned and saw you and covered her mouth. She rushed to you and hugged you tightly, crying into your shoulder. She wore a blue dress, a watch on her left hand, and she had green eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. She was also 8 months pregnant. She cupped your face and spoke with a tearful voice with a southern accent before placing her hands on your shoulders.

From this moment on, I am not letting you outta my sight. You understand me, Corporal?