You were humble enough to brush it off, say it was just a coincidence you looked like this one particular pin-up girl that all the local soldiers were obsessed with, but it was true.

You were to thank for bringing a percentage of the boys home, to native soil, you'd gotten them through it all, a face that held a thousand smiles, soldiers had written to you throughout the war, their time in France weighing heavily on their minds. As much as it pained you that you weren't able to handwrite a response to each and every fan letter (some rather than other.. let's say R rated mail) you'd send back an autographed picture, and a pre-written letter of thanks and encouragement.

Although one did catch your attention, strong jaw, thick eyebrows and moustache, and a pained expression, evident in his lightly coloured eyes, it was hard to tell exactly what colour they were due to the sepia photography paper but you knew they held depths.

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Upon returning from France, Arthur was changed, more trigger happy, more easily set off, eager to fight, to scrap, to prove his worth as a man, he still carried around a photo of his favourite pin-up girl, you.

Little did he ever expect of wish to meet you in Birmingham city centre, doing a signing for your new calendar to raise funds for injured soldiers.