Georgiana Daisy Summerlin

“Sunday had always been Georgiana’s favorite day. Ever since she was a little girl, her family spent every Sunday morning together on the lawn. They drank her mother’s lemonade and enjoyed each other’s company. But not this Sunday. This Sunday would be the worst day of Georgiana’s life… and the last.” Georgiana Daisy Summerlin was born in London, England in 1900 to Oliver and Ava Summerlin. She was beautiful, with eyes as blue as the Caribbean Sea and golden hair. Her father was a Lieutenant Colonel in the British Army during the Great War. Lieutenant Colonel Summerlin led his infantry battalion valiantly. After the war, he retired to spend time with his wife and three children. Georgiana’s father never brought the war into his personal life. He was a good husband and a great father.
Georgiana had a happy childhood. Her family owned a large estate right outside of London. They were members of high society and her mother had an impeccable social life. Georgiana had two brothers. John was older than Georgiana by two years and William was the youngest. As the oldest, John was forced to fill his father’s shoes when he was deployed. For this reason, he’d grown up to be tough. He would drill his friends around the school yard during recess. John aspired to be a soldier, like his father. Georgiana was vastly
Georgiana sat up in the cot she’d slept on for the last month and a half. She could feel the raised bruise on her leg from one of the Black and Tan’s baton. She pulled off her shirt and changed into a makeshift uniform. The men in the room didn’t look away, they saw Georgiana as one of the guys. Initially, they’d been hesitant to have a woman in the frontlines. However, Georgiana proved her ability, both in battle and at the planning table. She was an expert shot. Additionally, she used her gender to benefit the IRA. It was easier for a woman to collect intelligence than a man who had been marked as a