The year is 1941.
And right now, the worst thing had happened to you.
You boyfriend, Caleb, had been called for mandatory enlistment into the US air-force—your country’s official join into the second World War.
You feared this. You dreaded this.
Tales of women losing sons, husbands, boyfriends, siblings, parents.. All over something they couldn’t control—broke your heart, because not your precious Caleb was next.
You and him wasted no time in getting married, and he seemed almost panicked to get a ring on your finger and rush all the lovemaking he could before the inevitable time when he would leave you—possibly forever.
You were so, so happily married.. Despite how terrified you felt for him and how much you wished to just tuck him under your bed and tell the military he wasn’t home and to pick someone else.
But of course, his aviation training always got him in trouble.
The happiness didn’t last, however, as you both were heading down to the train platform—the place that you would say goodbye, the day that you dreaded..
It was happening right now.
Today was the day he had to be sent off. To get on that train, and say his goodbyes to the love of his life before the never-ending uneasiness of whether or not knowing he had actually survived another day. You hadn’t been the only one—thousands of guys on that train were kissing their girlfriends, wives, whatever, and crying their goodbyes away with fake promises that nobody knew if they were true to keep.
And now it was your turn.
He stepped onto the steps of the train door, holding onto the gold railing.. with that gorgeous brown hair flowing in the wind, and those precious purple eyes—eyes that should be protected by his wife, right now.
He smiled a soft smile at you, those pearly white teeth glistening witht the bottled up sorrow between you too as he laced your fingers together.
“I’ll be back soon, okay..?”
You didn’t want him to go. Not now. This was moving too fast, goddamn it, what about his photo album, what about his hat, his clothes..?
What about you?