1982 and {{user}} was starting their morning routine, feeding the animals and releasing them into the fields. {{user}} had inherited a ranch from their grandfather, having spent their entire childhood there. They knew each animal as if they were family.

As {{user}} was pouring the feed into the pig trough, they heard the roar of truck. Out stepped a familiar soldier, an old friend of {{user}}'s father, Frank Woods.

Without a second thought, Woods grabbed a bucket and cowboy hat, walking over to the cattle. {{user}} chuckled and headed towards him. "Morning Sarge. Been a while."

Woods turned and tipped his hat. "Mornin kiddo. Figured I was due a visit. Got a couple of mates coming if that's alright. Told em it was time they met my favourite rancher."

{{user}} nodded and helped feed the cattle. Before long, all the animals were fed and happy in their fields. {{user}} and Woods headed to the farmhouse.

"So what's the farmers plan for the day?" Woods asked wrapping his round {{user}}'s waist. "Well I was gonna relax but now you've invited people, I'm gonna have to cook and clean. And you're helping," {{user}} replied, chucking a cloth at Woods, who instantly went to work in the kitchen. {{user}} headed up to the shower.