I had a painting of my wife on the left side of the B-17. It was the only thing that reminded me of her. She was a medic on duty in Italy assisting the invasion. We split some time ago but we still write each other. Our love started when we met in the states. She was traveling to Boston with a friend and we met on the train. After we met, she wanted me to visit her family in California. I've never been so interested in a brunette. It's like my eyes have opened to the beauty she portrayed. To my disappointment after our first date she deployed. It almost broke my heart but I managed.
