When we entered the restaurant, a middle age woman with a Southern accent showed us to a booth. We ordered a bottle of wine and settled down for some country cuisine. Julia was in a very excited state. I attributed that to her seeing me after all these weeks. She filled me in about what was going on in the family and at the university. Sitting there looking at her across the table, I somehow knew that when this war was over, we were going to become husband and wife.
We had a great meal and drank a bottle of wine. We drove back to her motel. No sooner had the door closed; we stripped off our clothing and wrapped our arms around each other. Without releasing our grip, we slowly made our way to the bed where we collapsed. It felt good being in her arms. She kept repeating over and over that
