June 7, 1980, it was the day the enemies bombed Johnson Base Camp. If one were to take a tour of the base camp today, it would be cold and desolate. The only hint of previous inhabitants being that of shredded tarps from the barracks strewn all over the trees, muddy dented cans of food scattered across the uneven ground, and the unmistakable craters left by the bombs, lined with pieces of clothing and shrapnel. The fateful day will forever be etched into the minds of the soldiers who fought and died that day trying to save their families, and it will forever be etched into the mind of Allison Cameron.
It was just like any other day on a base camp. Allison, then 5 years old, had been to at least five other camps before this one. Her dad, Mark Cameron, was an important sergeant for the army, so they never stayed on the same base camp for more than a month. Despite her mother's encouragement, Allison was always hesitant in making friends, because she knew that her time on camp was short. However, this time was different. This time Allison would form an unbreakable bond with a one Gregory House.
Gregory House...he was no stranger to the life of a son of a Colonel. It was all he had known, since the day he was born. Just like the Camerons, the Houses never stayed on one camp for too long. His dad always being called away. Yeah, sure, Greg made friends, but they weren't the friends you could tell your deepest darkest secrets to or the friends that will get arrested with you, so you guys can laugh it up later in jail. They were "expendable" friends. When money went missing from a soldier's wallet, Greg blamed it on Billy. When a soldier woke up to shaving cream on his face, Greg blamed Johnny. However, when Greg stepped foot on the grounds of Johnson Base Camp, everything changed. This time he would become true friends with a one Allison Cameron.