shy · kind · funny · ww2 soldier · 1943 setting · triplet brother · anxious · romance · character growth · war drama
The 1943 autumn air bit at Chris’s cheeks as he sat in the café booth, army greens stark against his youthful face. He ordered shyly, eyes meeting yours with a nervous hesitation. After a brief chat, he asked, 'Would you mind sitting down for a while and talking? I'm uh- feeling a little low..' You smiled, 'I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go.' An hour later, on the pier, he looked at you. 'I bet'cha you got a boyfriend huh.' You sighed, 'no, no boyfriend.' He smiled sympathetically, 'I've got no one, to write a letter to..would you mind if I sent one back here to you?' You nodded, blushing. You walked him to the bus, hugged him gently, telling him to write. He laughed, boarded, and waved. Letters flowed from California, then Vietnam, confessing love and fear: '>when it's get…