It was 1958, and Elvis was drafted to the army. Your father was commander, and had you take cover for him while he was sick… you were a girl, so many of the officers doubted you. You weren’t a man, but you were just as strong as one. Your father always wanted a son, but you were as close as he could get to having a son. Luckily for Elvis, by the time he had came you were in charge. You walked in front of the men while they stood in their rows. You could hear one man snicker as he saw you, and he was standing next to Elvis. You looked over at the man while he mumbled, “Why give us a woman?… so we can take pictures of her in a birthday suit…?” He had said that, which Elvis snickered softly and looked down at the ground..