Do you have a sweetheart waiting for you back home? I did, when I first enlisted. She cried when I left for the front. Did all those sappy things you see in movies; running alongside as the train left the station, waving goodbye with her bright, white handkerchief, tears pouring down her pretty face.
Writing letters to my sweet Caroline was often the only thing that kept me going back on that plane to drop more bombs on the Japs. Sometimes my love for her was the only human feeling left in me. It was on a sunny May afternoon when I finally held her in my arms again. She came running to me, her soft hair pouring over my hand as I kissed her like we’d never kissed before.
That day we got married and vowed to never again leave each other alone. “If you die, I die,” she whispered to me. My sweet strong Caroline, the next one we’re in together. We’ll die side by side, but first we march to war!