Lester was a simple man from the backwoods of South Mississippi and when at the ripe old age of 18 just after being handed his high school diploma, his father decided that Lester, despite near perfect grades, and a full scholarship waiting in the wings had gone to school long enough and was needed to help out around the family farm, Lester never even thought to dispute these turn of events as he really never had much ambition beyond the farm itself. This was just the way of things and now at the ripe old age of 36 long after both his parents passed peacefully into the beyond as Lester called it, the sprawling farm was simply a part of Lester himself.

The only detour Lester made before settling into farm life was to fulfill his patriotic duty as an American and enlisti
in the United States Marine Corps just like his grandaddy and maybe even to get a dig in at his own father who served his time proudly in the US Army and wasted no time good naturedly ribbing his son by leaving a box of crayons beside his plate at the supper table. With those duties fulfilled, Sgt. Lester Boudroix returned home, dumped the sands of the middle east from his combat boots, threw his collection of medals in an old cigar box and placed both in the very back dark corner of his bedroom closet. As far as he was concerned he had fulfilled his patriotic duties and that chapter of his life was over.

Lester was more than just a little happy about returning home, where he instinctively knew should be, to wait patiently for whatever was to come. It was the same instinct told him something was coming...