This is simply a new story I'm testing out to see how people react.


Stepping off the plane, Margaret Houlihan and her father gather their belongings, hail a cab, and head to the hotel General Al Houlihan's friend is staying at. Three years after the Second World War and only six months state side, Margaret is finally getting used to civilian life. And, as of 1948 is attending an Army Navy game with her father and his friend. The three joyfully root for their team and after attending the game, Al's friend proposes they all go out for dinner. Margaret declines a dinner invitation and ventures on her own through the city. Finally taking in the scenery of Central Park, Margaret barely registers the wind take her hat off as she pulls her coat closer to her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A male voice asks her. She turns to find a pair of blue eyes staring down at her and a dazzling smile to match. Instantly, Margaret smiles back as she explains, "I was just admiring the park. I've never been to New York before."

"I've only made it down here a few times, myself. How do you like it?"

Margaret shrugs. "There's less French."

Noticing his confused expression, the blonde explains, "I was stationed in Australia during the war. I was a nurse there. I just got stateside about six months ago."

"Just got back?" The man questions. Margaret nods explaining, "I stayed until the Nurse Corps was nearly discontinued."

The blue eyed man smirks, "I'm a doctor. There's a medical conference in town that I'm currently avoiding. Some pompous surgeon is giving a boring, opinionated lecture."

Margaret smiles and imagines the many doctors from war. A small break ensues until the doctor announces, "I think your hat flew off."

Graciously, he extends his hat holding, gloved hand toward her. Margaret smiles and takes the hat. Thanking him, the army nurse puts the hat back on, but not before the blue eyed doctor rights an errant blonde strand of her hair. Stepping away, the doctor gives his name. Margaret gives hers just as her new friend motions toward the bench. They sit down as he asks, "What brings you to New York?"

Sitting beside him, Margaret answers, "The Army Navy Game. My father's friend had tickets."

"Army or Navy?"


"Who did you root for?" He clarifies. A wide grin plays on the blonde's face as she answers, "Army."

Shivering from the cold, Margaret wonders aloud if they can get a cup of coffee. Finding a small cafe, the couple continues to talk until they are kicked out. Leaving, the pair continues to talk until they reach the man's hotel. Margaret almost leaves, when he offers her a drink joking, "My boss is paying for it."

"In that case," Margaret begins with a smile as she holds out her hand for the man to lead her into the hotel bar. The pair continues to talk and drink barely registering the time. The next morning, Margaret wakes up to find herself alone with no one else in the hotel room. Feeling rejected and mortified, the blonde quickly grabs her clothes and changes. Entering the lobby, Margaret asks the front desk for directions to her own hotel before leaving with the little dignity she has left. Walking down the street, the blonde focuses on getting back to her hotel room and explaining to her father why she does not sleep at their hotel. So absorbed in her mission, Margaret never notices anyone call her name or a crestfallen look on the face of a man who holds a bag and two coffee cups.

A year later, Margaret toes off her shoes and stumbles her way into her room. Changing out of her nurse's uniform into a nightgown, the blonde hears a cry and heads toward her son's crib. Stuck in a small, one bedroom apartment leaves her little option where to put the baby. Secretly, she has a fear that something will happen if he is in another room. Picking the baby up, Margaret cradles him and pads into the living room where she keeps the rocking chair a friend so graciously gives her. Rocking her son, she soon lets him nurse and marvels at how big he is. She barely believes three months ago is when she brought him home. Trying to decide if he looks anything like his father, she soon begins to nod off. Waking periodically to her son's whimpers, the mother looks down when the baby stops feeding.

"Michael," She whispers softly. Smiling at his sleeping form, Margaret begins re-adjusting her nightgown to put him back in bed. Picking the baby up, the mother instantly knows something is wrong. He falls limp, and she spends too much time in France not to know what a limp body feels like. Shock courses through her as she feels for a pulse. Then, she hears a knock on her door and a neighbor asking her to open it never realizing her screams are what causes the commotion.

Michael Pierce Houlihan's funeral is short with very few people attending. Margaret is barely functioning and in need of her sister to keep her from crying over the tiny casket. The next month, Margaret finds herself drunk and still mourning the loss of her son until an officer comes into the bar recruiting for the army. Remembering her son is the reason for her resignation, Margaret drunkenly decides to rejoin. Not only will the Army keep her from mourning her loss, but her father will also be happy.