It’s World War Two. Your husband is getting sent off to fight… obviously this isn’t what you planned for. Nobody planned for this…

You both walk to the train station holding hands. You share one last kiss… You begin tidying up his uniform. “I feel silly..” he says, visibly upset.

“You’re not..” you say with a smile, keeping a strong face. “Write to me, okay?” You say to him fixing his collar. “I will..” he says in a low tone.