y rifle tightly to my heart， and think again of that very first day we met. I would cry out in fear， as the noise of war beat down around me. But， as I thought of you and saw you smiling back at me， everything around me would be bee silent， and I would be with you again for a few precious moments， far from the death and destruction. It would not be until I opened my eyes once again， that I would see and hear the carnage of the war around me.
I cannot tell you how strong my love for you was back then， when I returned to you on leave in the September， feeling battered， bruised and fragile. We held each other so tight I thought we would burst. I asked you to marry me the very same day and I whooped with joy when you looked deep into my eyes and said “yes“ to being my bride.
I“m looking at our wedding photo now， the one on our dressing table， next to your jewellery box. I think of how young and innocent we were back then. I remember being on the church steps grinning like a Cheshire cat， when you said how dashing and handsome I looked in my uniform. The photo is old and faded now， but when I look at it， I only see the bright vibrant colors of our youth. I can still remember every detail of the pretty wedding dress your ce and pretty pearls. If I concentrate hard enough， I can smell the sweetness of your wedding bouquet as you held it so proudly for everyone to see.
I reter， you gently held my hand to your waist and whispered in my ear that we were going to be