When I married a young handsome military pilot back in the 1940’s, I had no idea what I had signed on to. Nor did I know where it would eventually lead me.
Three days after marrying him, he was shipped to an Air Base in Biloxi, Mississippi and I didn’t see him again for six months. But he wrote to me almost every day.
The war ended and sometime after the mid-forties, he was released from the military, returned to civilian life, and we moved to Florida. I got a job working for United States Sugar Corporation, and he started a crop dusting business.
