"My dad fought in Nam." She said, her voice going a little quiet. "I was six years old when he finished his tour of duty." The war went on for three more years after, but her dad had finished his part in it-then went on to join the protests.
By some miracle, both her mom and dad were still alive. Somehow she'd been able to contact them through a phone call, just a day after the phonelines were able to connect. "I...back home it's the year 1995."
Fuck, she hated sounding this unsure. Maybe if her ribs didn't hurt so much she'd be more sure on her feet.