A/N: Hey, folks. So I got the idea to do my own '1928' story from my friend's, L.E. Wigman, story on here. I've asked her permission if I could write my own story around this topic, and she was alright with it, so...here I am. Just one warning; because I view Carter as a 19 year old when he arrives to Stalag 13 in the show, he does not have a chapter in here due to how young he would be during this year. Little kids don't remember much from their very early years, so I wanted to stay true to that matter while writing this. But enough of my rambling. Hope you guys enjoy my newest story, and I'll start everyone off with the man of the hour: Sergeant 'Kinch' Kinchloe.

James Kinchloe (age, 15):

(January 28, 1928)

15 year old James Kinchloe sat quietly in the pew as his about-to-be step-mother walked down the aisle to 'Here Comes the Bride' towards his father, Atticus Kinchloe. A 6'7", strong built man with curly black hair, a warm smile that lit up the room, and known all over Detroit for being the fastest mechanic to figure out what was a problem with one's car and then fix it just as quickly. Well-liked by everyone, and always asked for by name.

The woman about to become his wife, Virginia, was much shorter than he was. 5'5", tiny in figure, and her thick, wavy black hair was pulled back in a French braid. Unlike Atticus, both of Virginia's parents had died when she was a senior in high school. Instead of her father walking her down the aisle, one of her uncles had the honor of doing so.

It was the typical love story for them. Boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy asks girl out, one thing leads to another, then boy asks for the girl's hand in marriage a year later. Nothing fancy or extravagant, but still full of romance.

James did not hate Virginia. Quite the opposite. He was glad his father had found love again, and he was glad it was with a woman as warm-hearted and compassionate as Virginia. But at that very moment, all he could think about was one person: his mother. How he missed her dearly. Growing up, he had been the one more close to his mother, and his brother had been close to their dad. James pretty much learned everything he knew from his mother…well, except for his exceptional gift at mechanics and fixing things. That was all his father.

Two years ago it had been now since that horrible, cold winter night. The night his mother's ovarian cancer had won the fight against her. He had been lost without her guidance ever since. Sure he had his dad, his older brother, his friends, he even had Virginia. But no one could ever be his mother. No one could ever take her place. And it was that very moment where he felt like he officially had to let her go. He had to say 'goodbye' to his mother and forget all about her in the past.

As the ceremony came to its end, and Father Charles pronounced his dad and Virginia husband and wife, James had to leave the pew and go into the lobby of the church. He sat down on a bench, leaned forward, and covered his eyes as he let out a heavy breath of air. He ran his hands down his face and tried to come to terms with everything. He clutched the handkerchief his mom had given him shortly before she died and was about to head outside to the car, when someone sat down beside him, and a familiar voice was heard.

"Not easy on me either, squirt." James looked up to find his brother, 19 year old Henry Kinchloe, beside him. A freshmen attending Wayne State University and a spitting image of his father. "I don't like seeing Dad with someone other than Mom either."

James shook his head. "I'm glad Dad's happy again, and Virginia's a nice woman, it's just…I feel like this is it. That Mom's officially gone."

"She's not gone, James. She's just…living someplace else now. Someplace far, far away from here."

"Henry," James said softly. "Why? Why did she have to die?"

"Because she knew someone like Virginia needed somebody to love her."

The younger Kinchloe looked down at his feet and scraped them across the floor silently. It never made sense to him. Why did good people have to sometimes die in such awful ways? Why had his mother had to die in such a horrible way? Why so young? Why did she have to die at all?

"James," Henry interrupted his thoughts. "If Mom were here, what do you think she'd tell you?"

James sniffled, not realizing until now that a tear was streaming down his face. "She'd tell me to put on my brave face. Tell me just because she's not here physically doesn't mean she's not here in other ways. She'd want us to make this day something for Dad and Virginia to remember for the rest of their lives."

"And do you think she'd like seeing you here shedding tears and moping around, then?"

James smirked. "Now that she'd say 'What you cryin' for? You got food and a bed, don't yah'?"

Both boys were laughing now. It died down, and Henry gave his little brother a warm smile as everyone followed Atticus and Virginia out into the lobby.

"Come on, squirt," he said. "Let's go congratulate the old man."

James returned the grin, then stood up with his brother and began to make their ways towards the newlyweds, when James stopped Henry. "Henry," he said. The older Kinchloe boy turned to look at his brother and was greeted with a heartfelt smile. "Thanks for the talk."

Henry smiled back and nodded. "Anytime, little bro." He then saw two girls walk by and suddenly forgot everything. "Now beat it, I've got a date with Aphrodite herself."

He left James to himself to chase after the two girls, and James gave a snicker. He then saw his father and Virginia talking to some family friends and felt his heart lighten with each minute passing by. He grinned wide and began his way over to the new couple. It was time to give Virginia the ceremonial Kinchloe bear hug.