ChapterEight
Almost immediately after Tony’s departure, I began receiving numerous letters from him, describing his flight to England, the places he and his friends visited, the sights they had seen, and the people they had met. It was almost as though I was reading a travelogue of the country, and he was my guide.
His flight to England was long and relatively unexciting.There was a brief stop in the Azores where he bought me a colorful scarf, then off to Brize Norton Air Force Base, located about seventy miles northwest of London, where Tony and his wing would be deployed for the next ninety days.
While both Tony and I remained devoted to each other, writing often impassioned letters describing the mundane details of what was happening in our lives and our longing for each other, we bo
