𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗿, no one is searching for love. especially those who would rather have one night stands, and those that are too busy trying to prove their worth.
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟬𝟬𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽, nicknamed the bloody 100t...
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IN THE EARLY HOURS OF THE MORNING, men and women of all ages were preparing for their flights back. Loading the B-17's with their personal baggage instead of bombs. She watched as they took down the flag, folding it respectfully and putting it away. She and Egan stood with Harry and Rosie, staring at their planes. "I better see you at Minton's when I get back." Rosie stated, looking at Harry and the couple. "Oh I'll be there!" Harry laughed, shaking his head. "You can bring the little guy," Rosie joked, "And John, I better see a ring on that girl's hand." John, flustered at the comment, pulled Marilyn closer as they laughed.
"You want me to bring my infant son to a jazz club?" Harry asked, ignoring the marriage comment. "Hey, it's never too early." Rosie laughed, Marilyn placing her head on John's shoulder while the two talked. "You're gonna be a hell of a father, Croz." She smiled to him. "You think?" He asked nervously. "I know." She finished, pulling him into a hug. She did the same with Rosie as Bucky shook hands with Harry, then Robert. Saying goodbye, she turned with John beside her, taking her hand in his. The two, walking over to their own plane, met with Buck just outside. The sun peaking through the clouds to light up their faces.
