She sat alone, a look of anticipation on her beautiful face. She checked her watch every few minutes, looking at every opening and closing of the door. A fleeting moment of joy, scanning the crowd for someone she only knew from a picture he sent to her from the front lines. It all began when she answered an ad on the chalkboard at the USO asking for pen pals to write letters to scared and lonely servicemen who wanted desperately to hear from home. Most wanted a picture to keep in the lining of their helmets to look at when the battles grew quiet, so she had one taken last summer with her in a bathing suit, smiling a million-dollar smile. She found out later that the picture was shown to war buddies everywhere, and her face became the face of the United States Army sweethearts.
He knew it was her at first sight as her image was scorched into his head, and although it was wrinkled and mud-stained and had survived countless battles, the lady in that picture was sitting just a few feet away. He watched as she held his picture tightly to her heart as more military came and went, but not the man in the picture. He couldn't wait another second, so he slowly made his way to her table and asked her for a dance. Words wouldn't come to her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he handed her the picture he'd carried with him for such a long time." " It's really you," she whispered through flowing tears as he held her closer than any picture could ever do.
Mike 2026
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