"Of course not," Jill answered easily, nodding slightly for Lucy to join her. "Daniel was a soldier, then? Like Max?" She doubted Memorial Day would mean so much if he hadn't been, but it was always better to ask than to make assumptions.

Jill felt lucky that in her time she'd experienced so little war, that it had only begun to get scary when she'd arrived on the island. It would never be what the world had been like in the sixties, though.