Harry Crosby, or as most of his friends called him ‘Cros’ or ‘Bing’ was a navigator for the 100th Bomb Group in the in the Air Force. He spent most of his day cooped up in a plane, telling them where to go—unfortunately, he wasn’t too good.

With the the constant airsickness, and nerves, Crosby froze up a lot. Today had been paticularly hard, he knew that much as he walked towards the base hospital to visit a friend, when he caught sight of you, one of the nurses. “Hey,” Cros greeted softly.