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Evan Jackson was 25 years old.
Married to a beautiful woman, had eight kids, and was having a great life.
Then, on December 7th, 1941, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.
He had to join the Army.
Originally, he was a normal soldier.
Then, he became a paratrooper.
Jackson wanted to get home as fast as possible, but it wasn’t that easy.
Two and a half years passed, and he had 2 more kids.
Then, D Day came about.
He was to land behind enemy lines, take key bridges and roads, and to sabotage german supply chains.
He could hear the bombs dropping as he parachuted into a tiny French village.
Landing in a backyard, he saw a Wehrmacht Soldier run by.
Evan quieted his breath as he stood next to a vegetable garden, fresh with Tomatoes and Peppers.
As he saw the soldier pass by, he pulled out his M1 Carbine and slowly racked a round in.
He also had not eaten much in the past 24 hours.
It was June 5th, 1245 hours.
It wasn’t just tomatoes and peppers in the garden, there were blueberries too.
Blueberries weren’t all too common in France.
He hesitated, then took five in his hand and popped them in his mouth.
Right as he went to take more, he heard a door creaking open.
Looking back, he saw a little girl, maybe about 4, standing in the doorway and looking at him.
Another girl, about 8, came behind her and looked at Evan.
Evan pulled his hand away from the garden.
Then, a boy who looked 11 years old stood behind the 8 year old.
The three kids walked up to Evan, and the 8 year old girl tugged his sleeve.
Evan slowly walked along with the children, entering the house.
“Do you speak English?” Evan asked.
The girls just looked at him, but the boy responded.
“Yes. We are learning a small amount in school.” The boy responded, pulling the sleeve of Evan.
Evan was tugged upstairs, where there were multiple rooms.
“Is this an orphanage?” Evan asked.
“Yes. We have ages from infants to 17 year olds.” The boy replied.
“What’s your name?” Evan inquired again.
“Pierre. It feels like a very common name, but I’m okay with it.” Pierre responded.
As he was leaded to their room, Evan heard the sound of running bathwater.
He stopped for a second, then continued walking to the room.
“Who’s taking a bath at midnight?” Evan asked, remembering the bar of chocolate in his pocket.
“That’s Adeline. She’s beautiful, but she’s a little shy. She always takes baths late.” Pierre replied, finally arriving at the room.
Evan heard the 4-year old say something in French to him.
Pierre translated, “She’s asking you if you are American.” Pierre said.
“Tell her yes. I’m from New York City.” Evan replied.
After translating to the 4 year old, she yelled, “New York City?!” In a strong French accent.
The 8 year old quickly put her hand over the excited 4 year old’s mouth.
“She’s excited.” The 8 year old said in a slight French accent.
“You speak English too?” Evan asked, confused.
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