Northolt, January 1947
Northolt, January 1947Tom returned to England for his leave. His application to marry a German woman had made the rounds on his home base and he dreaded the saucy jokes his comrades would c***k.
Willie caught up to him the moment he left his aircraft. “Hey, Tom. How’s life in Berlin?”
“Good, old chap. Very good.” Tom grinned at his friend and former superior. “How about you?”
“Same old same old. I have to warn you, news about your imminent marriage shocked the hell out of the chaps. I mean, it’s not every day one of us wants to marry an enemy national.”
“Ex-enemy national,” Tom corrected him.
“Still, a gutsy move. When will I finally get to meet her?” Willie asked.
“About that…” Tom hesitated for a moment. Willie was his best friend, but he was still nervous t
