How fortunate I’ve been to have the privilege of being married to a pilot in the Strategic Air Command and later to a sailor in the Navy. They both served during the Korean War.
My first husband and I met and fell in love while in high school, Chicago 1946. I was fifteen, he was a senior. We married in ’52, had many kids and lived in the wonderful community of the 301st Bomb Wing. After we left the service, his four years completed, we had a feeling we should have remained in. Life in the military was good compared to civilian life. We always regretted our choice. Bud died suddenly at 59. I had to begin a life as a single compared to the double I was accustomed to.
Soon, as fate would have it, I met Don, a good man who regaled me with tall tales of years in the Navy, quite a change from an officer’s wife but so much fun giving me a new perspective on life. And we here are in our eighties, how did that happen?, taking care of each other through thick and a lot of thin.
God Bless America and the men and women who so valiantly serve to protect our country. We give our thanks and send hopes for your safe return.