This is actually a RP I'm apart of, and decided to share. You'll have to excuse any historical inaccuracies, we really did try!
The chapters will probably be short thanks to the fact that it IS a RP, and it's still going on.

Also, because of this there will be a lot of jumping around as far as point of view goes.

I will not change anything about the way the others post, so you'll have to excuse errors of any kind.

Summery: The date is October 16th, 1940 and a draft has just begun for all able-bodied US men to join the fight of WWII. Along with the men, a request has been sent out for medics. Although at this time, men didn't like the idea of women working, yet alone being so close to the battle field, nurses are being drafted as well.

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Lucas.

Lucas looked down at the crisp letter the mailman had just delivered. The moment he pulled the paper out of the envelope his mother had burst into tears, pressing a clean handkerchief over her mouth in an attempt to muffle her cries.

ORDER TO REPORT FOR INDUCTION

The title at the top of the letter was all he needed to read to know what he was holding. His eyes locked in on his name - the very same as his old man's. His father had died not long ago of some mystery illness, leaving Lucas the only male in his household. Even though he already knew what he was holding, his cerulean eyes continued to scan the harsh print that looked to be fresh out of a typewriter.

He had been drafted.

His first instinct was to run next door and tell Alaina what had happened. Alaina had been his neighbor and best friend for as long as he could remember. He was sweet on her, but she didn't know. An' maybe now she neve' will... Lucas thought with a frown as he continued to stare at the paper. Alaina was probably still working. She had a job at the local hospital; best nurse in all of Tennessee.

His mother still cried behind him, but he couldn't bring himself to comfort her. Lucas had never been a fighter. He never had a desire to go off to war like his high school friends had. All Lucas wanted was a good job and a pretty wife that would give him a few children. Now however... he could almost feel any chances of that life slipping away, all because of this little paper. The notice might as well have been a death certificate, and his mother knew that as well as he did. Her cries made his fists clench, crumpling the paper at the edges. He couldn't get out of it - it was his duty to his country. "Don't worry Ma." Lucas cooed from his seat on the small couch. He couldn't make his feet move if he wanted to. "I'll be jus' fine..." Even he could hear the lie in his words.

Alaina.

Another long day of work. The girl was exhausted with just how busy the hospital had been lately. Don't get her wrong, Alaina loved helping people. That was the reason why she even chose this profession, but, sometimes she just wanted a break as well. Yet, the only reason she was so busy was because she was the best nurse in Tennessee. At least, that was what Lucas had told her. Smiling at the thought, she shook her head.

Lucas, the boy next door. Actually he was more than that. A lot more. The two had known each for years and years. He was a really sweet, down to earth guy. Not to mention he was quite handsome. Though, Alaina never said that last part out loud, of course. Thinking about the boy, she couldn't help but smile.

Well, speak of the devil. As she arrived home, the brown-haired male was sitting on her porch steps, looking rather keen. Stepping out of the car, she called out to him. "Lucas, what are you doing?" She asked, a smile still on her face. However, as she approached, she noticed that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. "Lucas..." The girl mumbled, her voice conveying just how concerned she suddenly felt. "Is everything okay?" Seeing a paper in his hand, she was hit with a slight tinge of panic. Alaina had heard stories from patients about their family members receiving draft notices.

Taking a seat next to the distraught boy, she looked at him. Waiting for him to answer her, praying that she was wrong on what was going on.

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