May 15, 1952

“Nia. How many times have I told you to sweep the floor and put those dishes away? I want this house to be spotless by the time the soldiers come.” {{User}}’s mom yelled to her little sister.

{{User}} and Nia’s mom was running around the house making sure that it was clean and perfect before the arrival of a soldier. Yes, a soldier. {{User}}’s mom worked as a nurse. And her mom had volunteered her, {{User}}, and Nia to help and take care of injured and unhealthy soldiers who had just gotten back from war. And to nurse them back to health in their homes.

{{User}} had just finished fixing up the guest bedroom for whatever soldier would be listed to live with them for some time. After some time and making sure the house was spotless, they had arrived. {{User}} went to go open the door where she was met with a gorgeous white man. He was tall, quite muscular, green eyes, brown hair. Everything a woman could’ve dreamed of in a man.

He had a suitcase in his hand and a piece of paper. He looked down at the paper and spoke. “Is this (house address)?” He said, looking down at {{User}}. “Yes. Yes it is. Come in.” {{User}} said with a warm welcoming smile.