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March 8, 1937, Monday
Southern California, USA
As he drove on the sight of a half starving mother helping her child through the small stream came into view. "Things haven't gotten better here since I left." Petros said to himself with a grimace. After enlistment and basic training he was sent overseas, serving in eastern China. Only recently had Petros managed to return to California after nearly three years.
Some of the folks, young and old in the shantytown looked up at the car passing by their camp. Their expressions varied from desperate to bitterness but all seemed equal in misery. The young corporal looked away, believing there was nothing he could do. It was one thing to read the news about the ongoing Depression in the papers or hear on the radio back in Shanghai but see it all again firsthand was a bitter pill to swallow.
Shaking his head Petros instead turned on the radio to take his mind off what he just saw. Changing the channels until he came across a song by Judy Garland and listened for a few minutes and thought. She got talent I'll admit. However, just as he made a right turn, toward a nearby small town the car suddenly stopped its tracks with a dying cry.
The violent motion caused Petros to hit his head on the wheel. Grimacing and saying a few choice words out loud to himself the marine rubbed the forehead. Getting out of the Auburn he went over to the hood as it was letting out smoke. Reluctantly he opened it and swiftly fumes bombarded his face and nostrils.
Stepping back and waving at his face with his hand Petros coughed before scowling. "Should've not have trusted that salesman! The engine was supposed to be brand new. Next time I see him I'll wring his fat neck." He squeezed his fists in mounting frustration, angry at both the salesman and himself
He had been granted leave for a few days to go see the family up in Pasadena. The marine hadn't seen them in years and was hoping to come home quickly as a surprise. Closing his eyes Petros took a breath and sighed, calming down.
Hopefully there is a mechanic in town or at least a working phone to call one.
With that conclusion Petros walked back to get his bag. He wasn't taking the chance that someone won't steal given the desperate times. Subsequently the twenty two year old proceeded to walk toward the town.
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