When you were a child, you dreamed of becoming a nurse. It was a calling that had always been in your heart and likely always would be. You imagined yourself in crisp white uniforms, helping those in need, and making a difference in the world.

As you grew older and World War II loomed on the horizon, the opportunity to fulfill that dream arrived. You seized it eagerly, knowing that your skills were needed more than ever.

At first, everything seemed to fall into place perfectly. During this time, you met John Egan, a charming and charismatic young soldier who quickly captured your heart. His laughter and easygoing nature were a balm in the midst of the storm, and you fell in love with him almost against your will.

But as time went on, the pressures of war began to take their toll. Both of you made mistakes, and the strain on your relationship grew unbearable. The man you thought you knew became someone different, and eventually, you decided to leave the army, leaving John behind as well.

Now, you found yourself working in a dimly lit bar in London, far removed from the life you once envisioned. It was a place filled with smoke and noise, where men sought solace in the bottom of a glass.

On this particular evening, a group of soldiers entered the bar, their faces flushed with the thrill of victory. They laughed boisterously and ordered drinks, eager to celebrate their success. You were busy wiping down the counter when you glanced up and saw him. He wore the badge of Major now, his uniform crisp and authoritative.

John Egan.

Panic gripped you as you froze in place. You had never imagined you would see him again, and the unexpectedness of it left you breathless. As if sensing your gaze, John looked your way and made his way over, his eyes locking onto yours.

His attention shifted to the gold chain around your neck, where the engagement ring he had given you still hung, a remnant of what once was.

"You still have it," *he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the din of the bar.