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 At the PX, it seemed everyone had questions for me. “Where are you from?” they’d ask. “What’s your accent?” Some would even say, “Your hair is so dark, are you Mexican?” My answer was always the same: “I am Greek.”

As soon as I said that, the next question was almost predictable. “Do you have a Greek restaurant?” they’d ask with a hopeful smile, and I’d laugh, replying, “No, I don’t have a Greek restaurant.” Then, without skipping a beat, they’d ask, “Do you cook Greek food?” “Yes, I do,” I’d respond. And before I knew it, the follow-up was always, “Can you make me some?”

I didn’t want to be rude, so I’d smile and say, “Yes!” Little did I know that those simple yeses would connect me with so many wonderful people and make Radcliff feel even more like home.