Ch.2
Linda Nickson looked out the small window in her bedroom.It was five thirty in the morning.She got out of bed and started getting ready to go to work.She tied up her long black hair and put on her work boots .She had just got the new job at the factory.She didn't want to get hurt.She grabbed her gloves and walked into the kitchen to fix a large sandwich for lunch.
As she began to walk out the door she saw Henry's picture in the hallway.They had been planning to marry that year when the Japs had sucker punched the U.S at Pearl Harbor.Like many men of twenty,Henry felt that he owed it to his country to enlist in the Army.That had been two years ago.A hot tear rolled down her cheek.This was why she went to work at five thirty,why she didn't take a job as an accountant,as a typist.She wanted to be directly involved in keeping her fiance alive.
She walked out the door and walked to the bus stop.It was chilly but once she got inside the factory,cold would be her last worry.Cold isn't exactly strange in New York.The bus pulled up to the curb and popped the doors open.She quickly got on and took her usual seat.There he is...again.Every day,there was this short little nut job.He would yell about "purple flashes" and how aliens were real.He had to be off his nut.Her train of thought went back to Henry.It always did.He always sent her letters.Thoase were one of the things she looked forward to every month.But,she shivered,she never,not as long as the war lasted wanted to see a Western Union messenger.She never wanted to see the U.S Army stamped letter,never see"We are sorry to inform you..."Many of her closest friends had lost their husbands.Some couldn't take the strain.She hoped she never would know if she could.The bus jerked to a stop."25th street! 25th Street!."She got up and as she stepped off she heard the strange man laugh."Those who do not believe,will never believe."What a nutjob she thought as she got off.
She walked down the street until she got to the factory.It was one of the larger Artillery manufacturing plants in the area.She walked in and was greeted with the heat and cacophony of noise that the factory made just as much as Artillery.She clocked in and got on the assembly line.She had a relatively simple job.Bolt tires securely to each other.She relished the slow pace that the morning started at.Soon,it would go much faster.
The floor inspector suddenly appeared behind her."Well,hello darlin."He was a Southener who liked to have fun with his woman work force.He lightly touched her backside.Linda wished the sick bast ard had gotten drafted.But,sadly,he was missing an arm.So he got to stay here and fondle his workers.Most never complained for fear of losing their job.If she didn't aknowledge him,he would usually move on to another unlucky worker.
She slowly began to fall into a rut.Time passed in a blink of an eye.Before she new it the alarm screamed."Another day..."She sighed and clocked out.She left and got on the bus.That strange man wasn't there anymore.Weird.She disliked him but...he was always there.She shrugged it off and went home.
The Great WarCh.5 is up
Caba's JourneyDone
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