God bless that generation. God bless the woman who got kissed by all our young men for all the young women who stayed at home! ..... RIP.
I just today got a copy of a clipping from my brother who had gone to a museum somewhere and found an article and picture about two young Marines reunited at the end of the War. One was a young man giving the other a light for his cigarette. The young man having his cigarette lit had been recently liberated from a Japanese POW camp. The other was a young man who had not been in a POW camp, but had been serving with the Marines in the Pacific theater. They were both from the same home town.
The guy lighting the cigarette was my dad.
My father is 90, he and I talk about that time often now. We lost my mom about 4 years ago. They were married 66 years. Great loss for all here.
They met in the Train Station in DC, arrived same day same time. He could not take his eyes off her. While he was waiting for his convoy to gather, he and my mom saw the sights of DC. She came to DC for a job. When he left he told her he would come back and marry her. She laughed to her girlfriends that night. They wrote during the war. On his way home he contacted my grandfather and had him send her a train ticket. They were married the night she arrived in Texas in my grandparents home. Train was late, preacher came to the house to marry them. She had never seen a single person in his family. She was the daughter my grandmother never had.
No one could have had better parents than I did.