This is my interpretation of how the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club was formed. I do not own Sons of Anarchy, it belongs to Kurt Sutter. I hope you all enjoy.

May 17,1966

It has been a year and half since John Teller has been home. He is proud of the service he has done for his country. He's just sorry he had to see some of his friends die in the process, but he is thankful for the friend he has with him. He turns to his friend, Piermont Winston, also known as Piney, and asks, "What are you doing when you get home, Piney?"

"Look for work. What about you?" responds Piney.

"The same. Maybe marriage."

"You have got to be kidding."

"Well, I have been with her since high school, Piney."

"Doesn't mean you have to marry her. We are coming home from war; we should play the field for a while."

"I hear you, brother. But I am in love with this girl and nothing will get in the way of that."

"Well, if you ever need a best man let me know."

John laughs and says, "I will."

"Come to Charming to see me some time."

"I will if you look me up in Redding."

They shake on their friendly agreement and for the rest of the plane ride John and Piney talk, laugh, and sleep until they finally land in California. When they exit the plane, they receive a welcome not fitting for men who have made the sacrifices they have made. They are being spit on and called names, such as baby-killer. When they reach the outside, they give each other hugs and head to their homes. John is not bitter for what just happened. Until something worse comes along, he is still glad to be back on American soil.

When he gets to his house in Redding, he is greeted by Laura, his girlfriend since high school. He receives a hug, but when he goes in for the kiss, he is rejected. He then asks, "What's wrong? Aren't you glad to see me?".

She gives him a sad look and says, "Yes. But things have changed."

"Things like what exactly?"

"It's hard to say."

"Just open your mouth and let it out." John says, with a little concern in his voice.

"I'm pregnant."

John looks at her from head to toe and, after a brief pause, he says, "I have been gone for a year and a half."

"I know. I met someone else." After a short pause she says "His name is Terrence and we are in love."

"When did this happen?" John asks with contempt.

"I met him seven months ago. It started out friendly. We talked on the phone and grabbed a burger a few times. All I talked about was you. One day we went out to dinner. He took me home and we kissed the first time. We went out some more and talked more. Before I knew it, I stopped talking about you to him. I still thought about you, I just didn't talk about you. I couldn't anymore." After a short pause she continued "Within a month of our first dinner, we become exclusive. Two weeks after that we-"

John stops her and finishes the sentence for her by saying "You fucked him."

Laura looks at him shocked and says "I prefer the term make love".

"Yeah. You made love to him and you fucked me. I wrote to you every week. You wrote me back as if nothing had changed. As if I was still the only thing that mattered to you. And the whole time you were here screwing someone else."

"It was hard for me to keep that kind of devotion. He was here and you were there." Laura says with sadness in her voice.

"Yeah. I was there fighting for for my country. What do I get when I come home?. A crowd yells and calls me and my friends names. I get to my house and the woman who I thought loved me is telling me she is dumping me. Well I survived days when it rained bullets and grenades. I'll survive this." John turns his back on her and goes into his house and shuts the door. He meant what he said; he will survive. She moved on before it was even officially over. He will move on too. He just can't believe how things have gone so far. He was spit on at the airport and the woman he hoped to marry is not only leaving him for someone else, she's already pregnant with the guy's kid. What is supposed to be the best day of his life turned into the worst.

August 23,1966

Piney, has been home for three months. He has applied for jobs and been on job interviews, but has yet to be hired. He doesn't understand how he was unable to get jobs he was fully qualified for. He has been turned down for every job from car wash employee to mechanic. It was a very frustrating situation. Even more, so some of his friends have changed, in more ways than one. Some haves changed as far as their attitude when it came down to the war. Believing the war was a waste of time and that Piney has made a bad choice by going over. Deep down, Piney doesnidn't care what anyone thought. He saved lives in Vietnam and was proud. He decides to go into Floyd's for a haircut. "Hey, Floyd how much more time until you can get to me?"

"I just got finished with this guy. You can go now." Floyd responds.

Piney sits in the chair, after the other guy stands up and leaves, and says "So how have things been going for you, Floyd?"

"Good, Piney. How about you? Any luck finding a job?"

"Don't even say the word 'job'. I risked my life for this country and when I get back I get bullshit."

"It'll be okay, Piney. Something will come up for you. It's too late for you to learn how to cut hair; you should have learned when I did and I could've hired you."

Piney laughs and says "Well to be in that line of work you have to be a people person and I was never that." After hearing Floyd laugh, Piney continues "There are times I think I just don't belong anymore. I fought for this country and didn't get a goddamn thing for it. I got a medal and after that, nothing." Through out the rest of his haircut, he just sat there quietly and just tuned everything out. When Floyd is done, Piney pays him and heads home. When Piney arrives at his house, he decides to resume a project he got started on before he left for Vietnam, the restoration of a 1949 Panhead. An hour into working on the bike, Piney receives a visit from his friend from Vietnam, Nate Meineke.

"Hey, Piney." Nate says.

"Hey, Nate. How's it going?" Piney replies.

"You told me back in Nam you were working on this. So what made you decide to get back to it?"

"Nothing else to do." Piney says, with sadness.

"Piney, you know you're not the only one going through a rough patch. If you need to talk about anything, I'm here."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

Piney decides to stop to go into the house to relax with his friend. He grabs some beers and the two just shoot the breeze. They talk about what they have endured in Nam, what they are enduring now at home.

"As much as it was hell over there, at least there was loyalty. We watched out for each other. We protected each other. We risked life and limb and we watched friends get shot and blown up. What do we get when we come back? Nothing. They give us some medals and say thank you for your service, but we can't find the means to make a living. If it wasn't for my folks leaving some money, from their savings, and this house I don't know what I would do."

"I hear you. I had an apartment in Galt for a while. But you can only go so long living in an apartment without money."

"It's amazing we fought for what I thought was freedom. We come home and we can't even find decent jobs."

"Well, Piney, What are you going to do?"

Piney looks out at his bike and begin to think about how simple it would be if he didn't need a job. If his life consisted of just riding his bike. He smiles and wishes it were that simple.

August 25, 1966

John is walking through Redding, trying to clear his head of all the bad luck that has come his way. He is having a hard time finding a job and everything else has changed dramatically. Some of his friends have moved away and the ones who were still there were so busy in their own lives, they barely made time for him. He understood they had obligations, but it didn't stop him from being lonely. Walking by the house, he sees a woman pushing something out of her garage and recognizes it immediately. He walks over and says "Excuse me, ma'am, is that a 1950 Panhead?"

"Yes, it belonged to my son, Patrick." The woman says.

"Where is he?"

"He's gone. He died in the war. We buried him last month." The woman says with some sadness.

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you. He really loved it; he worked on it himself. A friend of his used to come here and keep up the maintenance on it."

"Is he going to take it?"

"No. He says it reminds him too much of Patrick. I'm going to sell it."

"How much?"

"I don't really know too much about motorcycles, let alone how much they are worth."

John wanted that bike, but he didn't want to screw her over to get it . So he paid the highest amount he could afford. "I'll pay you $200. I'm not sure if it's a good enough price, but it's all I can afford."

"That's fine by me."

"Great. You don't mind if I look it over, do you?"

"Oh no. Go ahead."

Luckily John knows about bikes already. He checks every part of it and is pleased with the bike. The next day he gives her the money and rides off on his new bike, ready for anything else life has for him.

Well everyone I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Review and give me your opinions.