Berlin, January 1946
Berlin, January 1946Three weeks had passed since he’d last seen Ursula and despite the teasing of his friends, he simply couldn’t get her out of his head. Every time they met, the connection between them grew stronger and he loathed the powers that kept them apart. It was such a cruel twist of fate.
One day he ran into Mitch in his favorite bar.
“Hey, mate, I didn’t know you were back,” Tom said.
“I’m not. Just here for twenty-four hours to grab my stuff. I’m going home.” Mitch beamed at him.
“For good?”
“Yep. I’ve been demobilized and there’s a nice quiet job as flight instructor waiting for me.”
“Good for you.” Tom tried to be happy for his friend, but he mostly felt sadness that he wouldn’t be able to catch a flight to Munich anymore.
“Don’t look so miffed.
